I can't ever imagine giving my heart up again. once I gave you mine you were so careless with it, you were my quarterback but fumbled every time

I had nightmares, 5 or 6 in a row, your dad told you to go and see me, to calm me down. and it worked, but it scared me having you that close, because my nightmare is you. Even when I'm in your bed I have bad dreams, one place I know I am totally safe and nothing could get me.
Your nightmares are spiders, something I'm not scared of any more, and you're scared of me not loving you, which I tell you won't ever happen.
I'm scared of the future, of what we will become, because while we both say we want the same thing, I wonder if you really do, or you just say it because we're young and in love..
I've seen you cry, laugh, be angry, be happy, and I like it when I can change one of these things, but when you're so annoyed with yourself, or call yourself stupid it makes me sad, because while I try and pull you back, its tricky.
You're not stupid, not any old idiot would be able to make me this happy.

If love is an artform
We were the artists
A turkey is done
An artist is finished
Final like chloroform
That is, not very
But I am done with you
Am I really done
Short answer: no

The long answer is
I'll never be done
Not with you nor
With my art
I'll always drift
Back to you but the
Thing is you'll just
Drift right along

So no, done is not
The word for
You and I for
You are done
With me but I am
Finished with you

I hate you with a passion. I hate that I bump into you in the hallways and how i always jam my toe on the side of you, on
your slick lean edges. Along with the time you hid my favorite shirt from me in your stash of collections, where you keep my
notes in your drawer of secrets. Don't let anyone in, close yourself up just like furniture you are. Silence thats all anyone
hears when they walk by you but not me. I can hear your legs creaking trying to keep you up, strong and tall like how you
should be. My mother wants to throw you away but i won't let her. She wants to replace you with a nice cherry wood drawer. But not me. I still adore your creaking legs, and your rusty knobs. I won't let her throw you away, i forgive you for all the splinters you gave me on my feet. I just want you to stay.


sincerly,  

               Angelica♡

I have a college degree,
but no money,
a future in my eyes,
and that is all I can see.
Blinded by dreams of grandeur,
ignoring the fact that I am poor,
As success is in my future for sure.
Ignoring my surroundings I drive full speed,
not seeing the bump,
I am blinded by greed.
Hitting it and going off course,
running off the road and down a ditch,
crashing with immense force,
and my dreams die without a twitch.