My brain is like tornado,
It's full of a lot of over- thought things.
My heart is like a glass plate,
It shatters by the touch of human beings.

I sit in bed with tears down my face.
And think about our memories.
I try to figure out what I feel.
We're separated by miles of sea.

You come to me in my dreams,
And drive me crazy all day.
I fully regret the things I said,
And the things I'll never say.

You don't remember my favourite color,
And you forgot my favourite song.
But I'm tired of going on with life knowing its my fault and I was wrong.

We used to talk all day,
And I knew everything about you.
Now we don't even make eye contact,
And I forgot all that I once thought to be true.

I thought I knew you,
But I guess I was wrong.
But now my heart is breaking,
Yet I still try to stay strong.

I would rather have my heart just torn out,
Then to hear you call her beautiful.
You think of girls like they are
nothing and are reusable.

I look at myself like a stranger,
I still don't know what to do.
They say you still try to be strong.
But then you think of every lie he's ever told you.

You need him back,
You can't go on without him.
But I'm drowning right in front of you,
As you shout back, "learn how to swim!"

The rain is my spiralling soul.
And the rain is my over-cried tears.
The sun is the good moments I don't think of him.
The dark skies are all my thoughts and fears.

I don't think he knows my pain.
And I wish he still thought of me.
I know people still laugh.
When I say I wish this was easy.

My friend said this would happen.
But no one really wants to help.
Because no one's really felt this horrible pain...
I wish I never felt.

Broken glass,
scratched hearts,
oceans of tears,
Love torn apart.

They thought they knew her.
They thought they knew well.
but she was holding her heart just like another fake smile to sell.

She feels true pain.
She cries herself to sleep.
He thinks of her now and then.
While she thinks of him on repeat.

No one understands her.
No one ever will.
Because she's different than the rest,
And there's an emptiness in her heart that only he can fill.

The world is tearing her,
Tearing her apart.
And to think it was because of that one boy
Who decided to break her heart.

Dim street lights flicker
He walks her down the narrow path
She's stumbling left and right but never spills the liquor
Letting the thorn rip open her heart causing a bloodbath

She begs to him while choking down whats left in the glass
She falls to her knees and gasps
Closing her eyes, can't take her mind off the past
No longer can she hide behind the mask

He watches her plead and grab tightly to her heart
Her black dress now torn and the cotton stained
Her tears still drip down her cheek until depart
They sadly will never be as pure as the rain

No miraculous light emerged out from the cross
No angel or stars shall appear
Everything, blurry and covered with a hazey gloss
Driven utterly out of fear

The shadows race above her
Whispers dive below
But these are not the monsters
That draw the blood out so slow

She sees the light coming close
She reached her hand beyond
Accepting this as her final dose
And the bright light fades until gone

Because no ones answers are clear
Free yet still enslaved
They told her have hope for it will annul fear
But alas not everyone can be saved.

I have watched stars,
And waited every night.
I have made 11:11 wishes
Begging with all my might.
I have picked up every penny
And threw them into a well
I've blown out hundreds of candles
And picked off every petal until the last one fell.
I have turned over every stone,
And knocked on wood.
I have crossed my fingers
And prayed for all that I stood.
I've wished and wished from the morning to the night.
I've wished and wished from shooting stars to flying kites.
I've wished and wished from song lyrics to get a hint or a sign
But mostly, I've wished and wished that you were mine.

I have 10 toes.
2 ears.
2 legs.
32 teeth.
countless numbers of hair.
10 fingers.
2 arms.
1 nose.
and half of a heart.
Where did my other half go?
He took it.
He didn't just pick it out like when you grab the milk from the fridge.
He plucked it out of me like yanking the thick weeds with roots buried inches deep within the soil.
I remember it was chilly and we were at the top of the ferris wheel and the merry-go-round sang to us and shadows danced on the cement below and the giggles seem to echo through the air forever.
But through all the chaos around us, all that was on my mind was you.
Thats when you reached in and yanked out the left half.
I guess it makes sense cause you took the left and you left and you're right to leave the right half and I am okay.
I forgive you.
But my right half is lonely.
He says, "It is a much tougher job to carry the blood to the all the systems, but it is okay because my atria walls and ventricle valves still work normally.
They still allow her to function."
I guess that's what you wanted. Enough for me to keep living but not enough for me to live life.
See the right half only asks for you to take care of the left half. For they were once one.
They had made plans to one day visit the kidneys and stop by the pancreas even though they knew it wouldn't be systematically correct. The two halves of my brain are telling me to ask for the other half of my heart back because although it belongs to him it is not his to keep. It is the pericardial sacs and all the feelings are feeling but did you want me to feel or did you want me to forget?
By taking the left, I knew it was right and the blood in my body runs slower and my head thinks a lot faster and the left was something I needed not something I wanted. Maybe you needed that half to feel what it's like to love yourself.  These are my numbers. No longer yours.

It was a beautiful day and I was
searching and picking flowers.
Soon I had realized I had been
out here for several of hours.

Forgive me please
but each one was so unique
Each petal, each leaf
seem to leap at my feet.

Down meadows and fields
across rivers and creeks.
I wish you could've heard all the secrets
the flowers had told me

I finally left the garden.
My fingers covered in pollen and seeds.
I now will always choose to grow flowers,
even when others grow weeds.

I write a lot of poems.

Mainly about missing you.

I thought maybe I could transfer
this pain onto paper.
But I guess the pain is deeper
than my fingertips and my pen.

You pick the stem out of your apple before eating it.
You twirled the apple by the tips of your fingers and examined its beauty.
Looking for any bruises or imperfections.
You toss the apple back and fourth between your ***** hands.
Hands that have touched hands that have felt hands that know.
You raise the apple to your mouth and dig your front teeth in following with the bottom so a clean piece is ripped away from its whole.
The juice slowly drips from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your neck leaving it sticky and smelling fresh and sweet.
Your canines crush though the skin and penetrate further into flesh as it slowly finds its way to the back of your mouth.
You laugh at the now imperfect apple and with such spoiled satisfaction you throw it into the empty field to rot and disintegrate.
You strut away without another thought and that apple no longer means anything to you anymore.
I leave in the stem when I eat my apples.