It's not fair
When you think you are fine
And then someone steals your emotions
And inhabits your mind

you give me signs
But signs only lead direction
Where can I find my one true destination

I've been searching for years
And I'm still young
But how old do you need to be
To realize what you mean to me

I blink and know
You have moved on to tasks
God only knows

And when I remember
You are spinning too
This crazy world
Doesn't seem too blue

I can't imagine
A more cliche array
Of words on paper
But it's what I've got to say

Like it or not
I like you in every single way

I won't say love
Because it's a powerful word
I'll wait to the day
You can dish back those same words

I'm always thinking about you, but now you're thinking about "her".
I refuse to let you see; I won't let you know how much this hurts.

Like that terrible feeling in my stomach I get when I see you with someone who's not me.
Kissing her lips instead of mine, holding her with tender hands, so loving and gently.

And just like that, I feel like I never mattered; my worth to you has lessened significantly.
Because if I'm that easily replaceable, just how special can I truly be?

the saying goes “we always want what we cant have”...
or something like that...
but this...
this is beyond want.
you not only take the weight off my shoulders, but you hold it with your own like its your pain to carry.
If you see I’m drowning you grab my hand, fingers intertwined tightly
and when our eyes meet I know I’m not going under,
because you’re stronger than the waves that threaten to overtake me everyday.
Sometimes the silence speaks so loud
and I can hear everything that you won’t say
She’s always been the shadow that lay between what could be
and what is,
but when it’s dark, you can't hide behind that anymore.
Funny how when the sun’s not shining I can see you better
You take me damaged and broken.
As I am.
Not trying to fix me,
but instead letting my shattered pieces cut your hands.
The blood flows freely from your skin,
yet all I can think about is who is putting your bandage on and
why
it's
not
me