You always leave me guessing what your true intentions are.

Sometimes I love it


Other times, not so much


I'm not able to even think straight at this rate I'll just act like I'm 8 and full of hate can't escape this thunderous roar of feelings, quite concealing whether I'll get to the road that leads to you

There aren't a lot of ways I can't describe when I'm with you, those few ways are special, passionate and incredibly loving, it just wouldn't be right if I gave you anything less

I'd consider you to be the ultimate swindler, because you didn't just steal my heart..


You convinced me to take it right out of my body and hand it to you because you'd treat it right.

You're the epitome of beauty. I have to find new words just to describe you because they just aren't enough strong enough ones to describe how I feel

My mind frequently, no constantly bounces from thought to thought. Somehow they always land right back at you

This is for you, and only you

"If it's meant to be, it'll be"

The quote infers that of a lifestyle often seen in those who are carefree and joyful

I wish I had those traits

I almost wish I could force things to go a certain path

This hurts, but it'll be okay. I'm fine.

I'll just be forever desperate for the contact I desire

The words I spend the most time writing, never actually appear before the eyes of anyone besides my own

I have to write them, but they won't be said

They reveal the side of me I hate

The side that is scared

The side that is selfish

The side that wishes it could be free.

I will bring these chains on my back as long as I go

The sounds echo, louder and louder every passing second

I hear screams of regret

Screams of pain

Screams of fear

Screams of rage

Why do I have to be so confused, It seems I just can't be calm, I need to let these mental drums beat loudly for all to hear, if only I could just say it

I wish I could make you see the world as I do, see my intentions to the letter, my passion flaming high

I wish you understood that I'm sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable,

I blame my lack of knowledge

I blame that I don't know which of the thousands upon thousands of words in my vocabulary to choose from that will make you feel at ease

I blame myself for being who I am

What do I have to change to be better

I'm not someone who can give you everything you could ever ask for

I'm not someone who's educated enough to know all the answers

I'm not even someone who follows their own advice

I'm nobody really, just another leaf in the tree of life