Knowing not what to know, but how to be
Knowing not what to do, but when to leave
Blindness in you
Blindness in me
What a world to live in
What a world to see

I don’t know you’re name
But I’ve written you poems
Not really for you
But definitely about you

You caught me staring
Smiles exchanged
to nervous to ever look back
But I do
Continuously admiring you

A distraction for me and one for you
A distraction for everybody in this room
Only a screen nothing to trust
We act like it is worth way too much

Pencils on paper
People talk about the parties later
but you’re wearing a blue stripped shirt today
And I can’t help but notice

Dreaming of you I never want to wake up
Your touch feels real
Tricking me into thinking you’re there
Playing my mind into missing you once again
I’ve been doing fine
Now I can feel your kiss
The same one you gave me 3 years ago
How can I still feel it?
I’m still waiting
Like every other day
I’ll write for you
As I’m waiting on the moon

I want to write a book
So many things to say
Arguments to have
No one speaks
A lot of love to share
The audience is now listening
But the silence has never been this quiet
SO I WILL TALK LOUD FOR THEM TO HEAR
And I will not write in all caps, but my words will shout their meaning.
Stay there read as I type
Wait till I go to bed and turn off the light
I want to write a book