She wants me to write her a poem.
In truth,
She makes me want to write,
About love.
Though I know too little.
I know little of poetry,
Little of her.
Little of love.

As I look into your eyes
I know this feeling,
This moment,
Could be misinterpreted
By the both of us
As love.

Even the curious eyes
That watch us eagerly
Like some tacky
Reality TV show
Are passively hoping
Unintentionally
Wishing
That this,
Means something.

For all the things
I try to say,

Why do "goodbyes"
Always slay?

Cause not even once,
Did you insist,
To stay.

I said a word,
With pure,
**Dismay.

I don't really have insomnia
I just live with regrets
even though I know I shouldn't
my time would be better spent

I sometimes dream of things
what it would be like if
we had never met

Or if those few moments
led to something different,
anything would be better
nothing about you to be drawn to

I know what I have learned
through my youth
wasted on you
there is just that one thing...

I've been driven insane
gnawing on the concept
willing to live through the horror again
just to be given the chance to change it

It has been said I'm where I need to be
but this has held me back
I can't even give myself sympathy
because I know I'm just pathetic

I need to shine my light again
but the panic settles in
between that and the sleepless nights
I can't say that I will be fine

I never thought I'd be condemned
by giving everything I am
ridiculed for what gave me strength
dampening the flames at long length

If I had known all it would take
I'd have stepped on your stones long ago
I bet you didn't expect that you'd help make
someone better than you'll ever know.

if you found what I wrote
would you scream?
I am thinking of my father
now I am thinking of my father
thinking of you
maybe he'd scream about both
I don't want him to know
I'd rather he just think
I'm nice
and detached

Somewhere deep, inside her soul

She often craved to be complete, to be whole

To be kissed without being judged

To have her bruises loved

Without being hurt.

She prayed to be prayed for

To be sought after

To be longed for

Just for once

She wanted to be, not someone’s leftover or looked down upon

But someone’s one and only one