he cries when she stood before him, breaking his heart,
he cries when she says she hated him from the start.
he cries when she tries to leave,
he cries when she threw her engagement ring in the grass and leaves.
he cries when he stared her in the eyes,
he cries when she said that everything was lies.
he cries when she made him crawl in the grass to look for the ring,
he cries when he hears her softly and happily sing.
he cries when she stared at him with no emotion,
he cries when he looks for the ring with a lot of devotion.
he cries when he brings forth the ring only to be rejected,
he cries when she seems to be unaffected.
he cries when she tells him a story,
he cries when he says im sorry.
he cries, she remembers,
he cries, she dismembers.
she cries, everything she held in for years leaking out,
she cries from her heart, everything pouring out.
she cries when she remembers the time he pushed her away,
she cries when promises are made but never get fulfilled the next day.
she cries when she remembers when he doesnt talk to her,
she cries when she remembers when he did nothing when the bullys bullied her.
she cries when he would abandon her for others,
she cries when she remembers plans getting cancelled for one reason or another.
she cries when he used to toy with her emotions,
she cries when she remember all those tears she shed in every pillow and couch cushion.
she cries when they had all those fights,
she cried when her heart died.
she cried when he smiled,
now he cries when she insanely smiled.
he cries when she reached out to him,
he cries when she forgave him.
he cries when she kissed him with no thought whatsoever,
he cries when he realizes that he's her slave forever.

in truth, we never truly die,
we simply become energy and continue to live till the end of time.

originality is something we all have the ability to possess,
a concept that is sometimes difficult to assess.
yet originality is a crime,
people push it away time after time after time.
people fear the unknown,
it weighs on them like a stone.
its also a drug,
we all wish for its unexpected warm hug.
we wish for it,
crave it.
we all want something new,
something out of the blue.
people shoot it down,
upset that they couldnt come up with something profound.
it dies every year, slowly becoming extinct,
all because most people refuse to think.
forget about everyone else,
think for yourself.
if people continued to follow other people,
we wouldnt have these amazing people.
everyone would be in the same dirt, same predicament,
the same trap, the same extinction.
think and unleash originality,
and push away the pressures of reality.

i truly hate you,
youre the one who made me blue.
youre the one who tossed me aside,
always making me cry.
youre the reason why i stay up in the middle of the night,
crying from another fight.
youre the reason why i question myself,
wishing i could die and **** myself.
youre the reason why i feel abandoned,
getting pushed away after we spent a scandalous night of passion.
youre the reason why i question you,
always talking to a friend who used to have a crush on you.
youre the reason why i cant feel anymore,
always making me start a war.
youre the reason why i hear a voice in my head,
who wishes for slaughter and bloodshed.
youre the reason why i cant trust,
further damaging my heart of rust.
youre the reason why i hate being me,
always judging me.
youre the reason why i cant go out,
always cancelling our plans for a guys night out.
you never did choose me,
im never truly free.
i cry more now than i did without you,
i truly hate you.
i ******* hate you,
but i ******* love you.

a fog has clouded my eyes,
the mist surrounded me, full of lies.
i cant see anywhere,
i feel shadows that arent even there.
i can hardly see a thing,
hearing distant sounds of slithering and chirping.
im alone or so i think,
beneath me, i can feel myself slowly sink.
mud caked my feet,
slowly accepting it with defeat.
its damp,
it is a very deadly trap.
it is a symbol of confusion,
and for a very good reason.
i hear rustling of leaves,
a creature has awoken from its sleep.

thank you.
thank you sweet boyfriend for saving me,
thanks for helping me.
thank you sweet friends for being there,
thanks for making my life easier to bear.
thank you bullies for making me strong,
thanks for proving that youre the ones who are wrong.
thank you marching band for giving me confidence,
thanks for showing me the way to my best friends and boyfriend.
thank you school for the memories,
thanks for encouraging and trying to help me.
thank you family for never being there for me,
thanks for making me strong and tough and making me ME.
thank you sweet cats,
thanks for always making me smile and laugh.
thank you sweet charlie for making me an aunt,
thanks for being beautiful and im proud to be your aunt.
thank you sweet supporters of my poetry,
thanks for being there to listen to all of my terrible stories.
THANK YOU.

within his heart, a seed was planted when he saw her,
feelings he didnt understand began to stir.
he continued to watch her from afar,
watching as her eyes glitter like a lonely little star.
he watched as she chased after another man,
jealous of him and incredibly sad.
he inwardly smiled in glee when she finally started talking to him,
she had finally noticed him.
he listened with an open heart when he heard her pain filled story,
he continued to bask in her glory.
he smiled when she became his friend,
feeling the beginning of a love that will never end.
he hid envy when he heard someone asked her out,
but when he heard that she said no, he felt a happiness that made him want to shout.
he was heartbroken when his other love interest betrayed him,
soon feeling better when she was there for him.
she held his hand as she helped him out of pain,
having him wrapped her finger in a tight chain.
he followed her endlessly, smiling like never before,
her laughs would make his heart soar.
he stared at her body when she wasnt looking,
he had always thought she was good looking.
finally, his heart couldnt handle waiting,
he sat at their usual spot and waited.
he yearned for her, feared when she was gone,
when he was with her, he wasnt alone.
he waited and finally saw her,
the feelings in his heart stirred.
she smiled at him,
with glimmering eyes and glowing tanned skin.
he blushed and told her his feelings,
scared of rejection and feared her leaving.
she blushed and smiled, saying she loved him too,
his heart began to flew.
it has been almost 3 years,
there have been happiness and tears.
it has almost been three years since i met him,
this is his story about how love blossomed within him.