I want to hold on to you,
even if it burns me.
I want to be next to you,
despite how you've hurt me.

When I try to write poetry these days,
I feel tone deaf with the words I choose in some ways.
"How should I word this,
If I say that will readers catch on,
will he catch on?"
It makes me want to stop.

Some people say my sad brain deceives me, I wonder if it's true?

I didn't want to hate you,
but I'm trying to accept that I do.
There's no way we will fix this,
you're not the right personality type to.

It's becoming so hard to express myself, especially here. It makes me want to crash into the ocean and disappear.

I'd rather be cold with him, than be cold with someone else.

You make me smile
by doing the smallest things.
You make me feel happy
when I'm becoming upset or angry.
You make me forget those things
that made me so upset.
I'm sorry I can't stop staring at you
but it's your fault my heart's not taking a rest.