It was nice meeting you.

I bet you didn’t know you’re the first guy I ever tried to hit on. I bet you didn’t know I prepped for this conversation for a week. I bet you didn’t know how deep my heart sunk when I saw you go upstairs with another girl.

Thank you for being the first guy who’s ever flirted with me. Thank you for the pink gin. Thank you for the hand you placed on my back when you hugged me goodbye.

It was nice talking to you.

I know you falling on me was a move, even though you said it wasn’t. I know sitting and listening to the story of how I met J was a move. I know you like L. I know deep down she probably likes you too, I did.

It was nice that you didn’t message me after the party.

But I bet you didn’t know that I would of loved you with my whole heart. That I would of wrote you love letters and made you mixtapes of songs that reminded me of you. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but that guy isn’t you. I know I’ll always be that girl at the party who’s name you can’t remember, or face you can’t place but I don’t lie.

It was nice meeting you.

I hope one day we’ll meet again.

— p.d.e

I think being with you would be simple
Like watching the bees in the summertime

I imagine us laying in bed with music playing
We are propped up on our elbows looking at each other

Loving you is like laying in the grass
The sky so clear and I don't worry about anything else

every day I wake up
and wonder if you will like me
on this particular day

fear encapsulates me
what if today he decides to leave me
what if today he decides to love me
a toss of a coin really

I am casual and a hopeless romantic
I want a life partner and someone for commitment
I believe in soul mates and I believe in you and me
even if it is kinda crazy

I dream about feeling my lips on yours
I image my hear will be beating out of my chest
and my hands with grip your neck
I hope that you touch my face and hair and smile when its over

I dream about you
all the time
good dreams when its going good
and nightmares when its not

This is a story of you and me and these poems I write cement this time in history so I can't deny how I felt about you later. Though if you ever saw these I would surely turn away, embarrassed. The truth is that I want you and I can't ever claim differently.

These fears that terrorize me in the night are coming true

I don't know why I was so naive to think something different would happen this time around

Thinking people have grown in maturity, and they have, and yet they still choose someone else over you

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

I am preparing myself to be let down by you in the next few days, I need to be in the right mindset

It is not easy preparing for someone to break your heart, even when you know its coming

All I wanted was for you to let me in, for a chance to be partners in crime, and I thought that's what we were

It is funny how two people can have different experiences of the same event, I thought things were good.

I don't know why it is so hard for people to say how they feel, I don't know why its so scary

I understand go with the flow and taking it slow but can't you give me a sign its what you want

I can see you, fading away, and I can feel you deciding that I am not for you

If you love someone let them go, if they comeback then they are for you? You have me questioning this

How do you prepare for you heart to be broken...for the second time, by the same person?

Everyone has this checklist in their head
of reasons to have ***
I'm different from my friends
their lists are small and not all requirements need to be met
and thats okay
but mine looks a little different
and thats okay

[  ] Emotional Connection
[  ] Physical Attraction
[  ] Understanding
[  ] Length of Time Known

I'm learning and growing about who I am

I live on Melancholy Hill
A place quite hard to find

I live my life running low on serotonin
The gasoline that makes me go

I will never be fully satisfied
Curiosity and creativity go hand in hand

I stare out over my hill and wait
Always waiting and waiting to be rescued

I live my life in my mind
Talking has never been a strong suit

I sit on my hill with a megaphone
Its the only way I'm heard

I am rarely seen, always listening, and perpetually dying
People forget about me

I am told I have a black soul
Only I like the way it feels

I feel every emotion more than other people
Highly sensitive and dramatic

I know when you're lying
But sometimes I'm wrong

I can't seem to get happy
My happiness depending on others

I have goals and dreams
They are as far away as the stars J loves

I love too deeply
It never gets returned

I am learning to be myself
Doing things because I want to

I walk down my hill and into the the forest
A map has not been supplied

I live on Melancholy Hill
Forever feeling too deeply, Hardly ever happy.