The shattered vase lies on the ground.
The broken plate crashed against the wall.
The glass of milk spilled on the floor.
My mascara running down my face.
My hands sill, lifeless, not a trace.

Rain splattering on my window,
Leaving it to run.
Why can't I run from you,
Like the rain runs from the window pane?

I can't run from what I feel.
I can't be ashamed of what I think is real
Not all my dreams come to fruition
Not all heartaches go away
But that's okay

Every thing is not what it seems
I'm freaking out inside
But not because of me.
Because of you.

Your smile weakens me,
Like an arrow in the knee.
But that's just me.
So I think you're cute.
This poem just screams it!
Can't you see?