I would kiss you until your lips felt numb
- J.B
Morning Scribbles // half asleep

((I’ll probably add more/edit this poem and type it in original and nicer format. Also, sorry for the inconsistency. I’ve been busy))
Sleep

Maybe it isn’t such a
bad thing-losing sleep over you.
it used to be a peaceful thing.
now every time i close my
eyes, you’re the only thing
i see.

-j.b

Mistakes 
––inspired by a paul baribeau song 
Springtime 
Aflame 
Cravings 
Cold Mornings 
Oblivious

how stupid could 

one person be? 

“i miss you” 

was all you ever said. 

a lack of emotion 

i was too stupid to 

realize was ever there. 

a chain of broken

promises and a 

continuous cycle of 

lies like,

“you make me happy”  

fake laughs and forced

smiles 

pity kisses 

and lonesome late nights 

                                    – j.b

Lust 

Nights like these where

I am sitting alone

and wondering what went

wrong and how or why

because you were the

bed in which i rested

my tired and tangible

body

 your shoulder where 

i lay my aching head 

and listened to your 

calm 

and consistent breathing, 

you consistent heartbeat 

where every rush of blood 

was filled with love and lust 

your soft and sleepy voice 

put me to rest 

and every stroke of your 

fingers gently gliding up and 

down my body 

got my heart racing, 

blood pumping – lusting for you 

but it was never returned. 

You gave me what I wanted 

only to rid of me 

in the end 

                              – j.b