Waking up next to you
Is a cliché,
A dream come true.

Drinking 'till we're sleepy
Is so much fun,
I hope that we do it again

I know you know I love you
You know I know you feel the same

Let's hold our love together
And from others lets abstain.

You're making me a stranger to try and reset our friendship.
So, I'll follow in your footsteps
Become the shell of who loves you so dearly.
If you move on
I hope you're happy.
I'll be here hopelessly in love.

I am not my head.
I am however my heart

Sunday's the "holy sabbath"
Some wonderful day it is
I must be the worlds most unlucky man
I never get an "easy Sunday"
I'm starting to hate this day of the week

I shall not yield.

He lies to himself

When will I get to cry my "tears of joy"?

To me,
The day dragged on and on
To me,
We were meant to last
I'm okay with being in love with you.
I'm okay with being unable to escape.
I'm not okay.
I don't give a **** anymore
I really don't.
I don't see what's wrong living day by day.
In end I'm still alive
Enough for people not to feel guilty for
Not helping.
As long as my friends and family are happy
I'll stay miserable.
I just won't bring company.

I always wanted to take you to where I'm sitting now. Where the fireflies are spread arcoss a field. Where I stop to stare like I did when I saw you.

Sitting here alone and hoping you'll show up kills me.

I find myself without you, once again.
This time really does feel like the end.
I warned myself to know what to do,
I told myself I would know.
I'm more aware of what is going on now that I've calmed myself.
I'm at the spot
where I told you How my head works.
I'm at the spot where we tossed rocks into the water.
Somewhere passed the spot
we played pooh sticks.
Only I'm not happy.
Only there is no laughing
Only there is no you.
My chest feels tight.
My chest feels like im having a cramp.
No matter how I contort myself I can't make the pain stop.
I miss you.
God I ******* miss you.
Getting off work has never felt so meaningless.
Skating towards your apartment never felt so pointless.
Passing it hurt so much.
Not that you care, all I am is stress anyway.

I'll always miss you.
I'll always look back on every second of us.
You can't see past the fighting.
I can't see past the moments of love that made me much more than happy.
I ******* hate myself for losing you.

"all we gave each other is inspiration to write heart broken poetry"

Thats ******* *******
I have poems about
how much I love you
The depth of my happiness
And remember all my heartbroken poetry
Is because you made decisions that only ever hurt me.
You left me to be with your ex
You left me because love is too hard for you
You left me because you're too stubburn to ******* see how much I love you.
You hurt me so ******* much,
Yeah I've written some bitter poetry.
but if we refer back
to something you said once more
"Sad poets only write sad poems because when they were happy they were too busy living."
So here we go again,
I'll drown my sorrows because of you and cry on the floor listening to the music you showed me.
And in the back of my mind
All I'll hear is
"*******, you miss me."
So goodbye,
I hope your loneliness will kiss you goodnight for me.

I can't sleep tonight,
Well, most nights,
without you.
they drag on,
reassuring me
That time,
Is, in fact,
An illusion.
I no longer smell you
on my bed
However,
In my head
I can remember,
almost,
clearly your smell.
You're much like my ant hill
And I am but a humble worker
I never lose sight of home because home is but a single whiff away.
My infatuation with your sent
may seem odd.
But when you've found the person who can make your heart sing
Simple things like the way they naturally smell
Or the sound of their laugh
Or the sight of their flaws
Almost make it seem
like God does exist

I wish I hadn't woken up today
I wish I'd stayed in bed.

Self-loathing is something I'm good at.
Don't make any better.

Cheers to an empty bed

I'm too ****** up to walk straight.
I'm ******* faded,
But anytime I can't hear you in ignoring you.
Keep staring at the image of the ****** person I am that you painted.
Next time I'm ****** up I'll make sure I'm alone so then I won't have to worry about making sure you don't misinterpret my drunken actions.
All you do is look for reasons to decide how I feel. I don't know how I can trust that you see anything else.
I won't divide my attention anymore.

You're more sweet than the ice cream you scoop.

You're more rich than the milkshakes you make.

You're cooler than the tie-dye shirt you have to wear.

You're on my mind more than the store is busy on a spring afternoon.

The hours I spend without you by my side are the pinnacle of appreciation.

My love for you runs faster than a thin shallow river with the depth of the sea.

It may seem kind of odd that the love we've constructed was built so quickly.

And it may seem odd that for every hour, whether we spend it together or not

Seems endless.

The night after you spend in my bed
I always find myself
sleeping
wherever you did
as opposed to my normal spot.
Because It still smells like you.
So tonight I'll dream of the day
when
"One night"
Becomes
"The rest of our lives."

I do love you,
More than the taste of your sweat
And the feel of your breath against my neck.

You and I are
Shore and sea
When I press up the banks of your mind taking you in like a lizard takes the sun, I know that we are one.
When I pull away taking what seems like bits of you. I still know we are one.

I let my depression rock like the tides and I'm learning for our sake not to let it. The shore never asked for the tide to pull away and you never asked for me to shut down.

I will grow stonger
so high tide
Never rolls away

Let's see what tomorrow brings,
Let's see where we will be,
Let's see why we try so hard
Let's see when we'll leave this town
Let's see who we can become together.

I have found my place.
Where I am celebrated
Where I know I'm loved.

Sometimes, I wonder if the color of my skin is as relevant as how I treat others.

I never once thought I'd have to try
Making those around feel like sisters or brothers.

Seeing you after work
Is kind of like not wanting to swim
but enjoying the cold on your feet
As you dip them into the pool
No matter our situation,
No matter our title,
That feeling won't go away.

With your radiant smile,
waking my heart from its slumber after,
what feels like,
years of hitting the snooze button.
I feel as if I'm laying in bed,
sunshine peaking through the corners of my thick curtains.
As I look around the room
I feel I've never seen before
it becomes very clear that this
is my home.
The first steps onto the floor
are like
running my fingers through your hair, familiar and comforting.
Your touch,
warmth creeping from the ceiling chasing away the rush of cold
that comes with exiting bed
on a winter morning.
I wander through the room
taking in the calming feel
of the cool green paint on the walls, sunset peeking through the canopy
of the woods that I plan on taking you,
one day.
I find myself resting my hand on a messy desk.
It reminds me of how cluttered your head is.
Trying to sort through the papers seems impossible.
I found a lot of amazing poetry
and a lot of sad thoughts jotted down
Abandoned rough sketches.
I like this room a lot.
The ceiling has a line of paint flicked across it,
stars in the night.  
I enjoy it, 'Tis Like freckles.
It's sporadic, draws my attention to it. The bed is large,
I'm only now noticing it.
Comfortable, it seems easy to overlook . I'm glad I didn't.
The door is open,
I wonder where it leads
as I let my overwhelming curiosity lead me.
Into the next room.

People always say close your eyes and picture a "happy place"
It's hard to picture a "happy place" without you.
My first thought is us on my bed while you play video games.
My second; is in your bed, watching you do your make up in the bathroom.
You've weaved yourself into my life
And like noticing a missed stitch when knitting,
I'll always know your there. And I know I can't change how much I love you

I'm drunkenly falling into bed.
I keep telling myself I won't miss the way you smell after a shower
Or
even the sweet smell of your sweat
As we fell asleep.  
I know I will.
Two nights ago
when I was passed out, drunk, on your couch,
You asked me to sleep with you.
I don't hope you see it,
But,
I feel so ******* hollow knowing that you could only love me day by day.

I hope whoever you next "fall for"
Is whatever you're looking for in a partner.
Despite all of this ****, I still want you to be happy.

I wish I had the heart to forget you
But no one catches my eye like you do

I'm a bitter,
Self loathing
*******.
I can see why it's hard to love me.
I'm a borderline alcoholic with aspirations of suicide so **** a dream
I'll live in this nightmare
and rub these drunk and sleepy eyes.
I hope you find your stupid ******* puzzle piece.
I'm a diamond in the rough, or so I thought.
I'll swallow the ******* rocks you gave me.
I hope you find whatever makes you happy.
Whilst I sit and wonder why I even tried,
when you never treated me like you loved me.

I'm so insecure,
I'm scared to lean too heavily on you.
You already said you have too much on your plate to support another.
So I'm off to find a crutch.

I have desires
that I wish, honestly, I could move past it's not that I wish that I lived this way forever.
I don't, I hate the way I live.
perhaps it's not even that
I hate the way I live
so much as it's that I hate how I've been living.
dreams come and go and I suppose that no matter what I do
it'll just be that way
Like spring comes after winter
and the way that the leaves fall autumn  
"I've never been one to beat around the bush,
Or hide from my feelings"
he lied to himself; to everyone around him.
I've always tried to escape myself. Always
always
Just sit and listen to the stream
because
I'm too afraid to go back home.
I know I'll just drink and pack.

The moon rises, as the sun sets
And I rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
At least, I wish I would

There are days when it seems the world feels smaller,
Maybe, I'm being overly self-conscious.
Probably.
Today, I have to pack my ****.
I'm moving back home,
I'm not ready to be alone.
Yet, here I sit.
At the same spot I wrote "All children make mistakes"
This will either be a "part two" maybe just another "Untitled"
I'm throwing back two shots of whisky
And putting the empty bottle in my pocket.
I know I'm a good poet,
I know at some point I've written something someone could relate to.
Maybe even saved a life.
I'll never know,
I don't think I want to.
Growing up I always wanted to be like the people who saved me,
Develope some ability to stop someone from...
Well, let's face it. I'm scared of the word.
It's like it has the ability to turn from letters into a rope slipping up my leg,
A snake in the grass
And tie itself around my neck and lead me like cattle.
I'm strong
I'm strong
I'm...
I'm just a ****** up kid
in a twenty year old's body.
Ive realized that the pressure that comes with saving a life is overwhelming,
Too much for little 'ole me.
"I'm not like the rest."
I am.
I know I am.
My depression is bad.
Real bad.
I'm scared it'll rip you away like a scab,
You'll tear the scar tissue and be freed
While I'm left with a hole, bleeding.
My now ex-roommates
keep asking me if I'm okay.
Nah, I'm not.
I'm so lost.
Happy with things, honestly.
It all kinda worked out.
I'm just lost.
And I wanted to talk to you about it on our walk.
But, you wanted to be with your friends.
It's okay though. I'll just pack my **** in a bit and when you ask if I'm okay,
I'll pretend I didn't write this.
Not to spite you,
But because I'll have pushed it into the box of negativity that everyone calls a heart.
Well, metaphorically.

There's a difference between a "house" and a "home".
Much as there is between "love" and "in love".
It's hard to see for it blurs
like paint mixing into other colors
as the artist blends them,
however,
It's there,
that fine line.

Today's the kind of day that makes me feel like the tide is finally pulling back

Today will be long.

I hate to play pretend, like I don't love you.

Our romance, when it starts again, ends like an incomplete _

I miss you,
I miss the way that "I love you"
Slipped sleepily from your lips.

I have so much to say, however, you won't listen.

You sweep through my mind, quickly.
    Like a whirlwind, unpredictable,
     Unstoppable, incomprehensible.

I'm a lit match