Do you ever just smile
And catch yourself wondering
What caused it?
And then you remember
You were thinking about his smile
And the goofy way he chuckles
Right after you’ve said something clever
But he doesn’t want to admit it’s clever
And the way he fights a grin
When he’s thinking something coy
Right before he says it
Or just at the memory
Of all those countless times
He’s stopped by to say hello
Or maybe you’re remembering
That smirk he had
When he realized it was you…

sometimes
i take
a really
hot
shower
as if
i could
burn
away
that time
in yours
when it
wasn't
a choice

I love the idea of letting all my problems and feelings go,
but I am afraid to die,
I feel like I am lost in a void and am numb, and I wish I didn't,
but then again, I am afraid of feeling things, and if I feel more than I do now...
people will wish I didn't.