I see the stars aline
For you and I
I see the futer than could be
And yet still I see
You without me

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.

Could you find it in your heart to tell me what I mean to you? I don't care if I'm a molecule or a nervous little stain on your brand new carpet or a skyscraper built in the prime of the city's financial boom. Just let me know, open your mouth, put a pen to paper for me. Graffiti my heart. I've just got to know.
Maybe I'm not strong enough to knock down your wall of insecurities and doubt. But I'm not a wrecking ball. I'm just a boy. A boy with doubts and insecurities and negativity all his own. Bit please... For me, if you can find it in yourself to just do me this favor, I will be forever grateful. Forever content with the fact that you'd offer me this one thing. And if, by any chance, you can, then I can find it in me to make the right time and mend appropriate bridges and search and scour for the ample space where you and I may fit.

Yours,
X

I don’t like you.
When the wind blows and I think of you,
I hate it.
I don’t like you in a way
that you always make me worry.
I don’t like you because when I really miss you,
you’re still not missing me.
I don’t like you like my eyes;
they’re no good for me,
I don’t like it when you’re the only one I see.
I cry. I sleep. I wake up.
I think of you, and I hate it.
I don’t like it because it only reminds me
of how you love someone else
when in fact I’m here, waiting for you.
I don’t like you like the moon,
which disappears when the morning comes.
I don’t like you.
I hate you.
I don’t like you when you smile at me,
you’re only taking my breath away,
I don’t like it because I know
those smiles are not made for me.
But most of all,
I hate you so much
because you’re still making me fall in love.
I don’t like you!
I don’t like you simply because I love you!

Let me explain something to you.

When you look at me
with your soft ocean blue eyes,
and you look into my soul
and you can see all the hurt
and all the lies
that i have been telling myself to get me by

I want to cry. I want you to hold me.

No one else.

And when I give in to that need,
and the hot tears fall into my lap,
I just can't help it.

They just come
when you're near me.

And I don't understand it
i don't understand myself
and i don't understand how i feel about you.

Because when I let those tears fall,

to me, they feel like weakness
that somehow managed to leak out of my eyes
because I'm keeping too many secrets

and the biggest one
is that

I love you
and I want to keep you in my life.

But I don't want to sound selfish

So I make do, never taking the time
to explain to you
that all I wanna do

is let you hold me.

Because this weakness- you turn it into strength.

And, as ****** up as my past is,

you took the time

                                 to learn how to love me.

But I still
can't stand

for you
to see me cry.