You are the dead air after the joke my friends don't get.
I hear your laugh in the spaces between my family's oblivion and my sanity,
the crevices of pointless conversations.
You are an envelope with no return address.
You are the first person I want to tell about my day.
When my dad asks me how school was, I can only think of how you knew never to ask me that.
They say the nights are hard when no ones in your bed,
but what about when you spend your day in bed because you can't bear another day of activities that don't involve them?
I don't miss you only at 2 am.
I feel the sting of you in the night but you burn me in the afternoons with even greater intensity.
I prefer to be alone because then I only see your smile embedded in my walls rather than the lack of it on everyone else's face.
You are the silence after Wonderwall ends,
you are the lack of " I want to write something like that one day".
I am reminded of you when the girl next to me at a Fall Out Boy concert is sitting on her phone. I know you would scream every lyric with me.
I think that's what hurts, the knowing, especially of the things you aren't here for.
When I cry to "I'm like a lawyer" it's because I will never hear your voice sing it again.
So no, I do not miss you at 2am.
I miss you at 2 pm when I realize that everything I am doing now will never again be done with you

complicated
It's a word which can only be described as me
I have lost loves and broken hearts but it feels completely different with he
I am not myself anymore
I left her behind and closed the door
I wish I had told you from the start
That I loved you deep down in my heart
You know I am me the real me
As when we talk you reveal she
You love her I know you do
But I can't reveal her not even for you
This twisted world works In different ways
I wish I could break the rules and find a way out of this maze
You may have not always been faithful but that's because you weren't mine but now thats debatable
I've loved you through sickness and health
Through slowness and stealth
But I don't care about that anymore
As you have opened her door, my door

"you throw like a girl"
"you run like a girl"
i'm not belittled nor ashamed by this comment
as it show us that men and boys will repent
i am not implying that girls and women do not diminish theirself
but I am telling you we will fight in good and bad health
do you know what G. I.R.L stands for?
g is for Glamorous, I is for intelligent, r is for respected and l is for lifeform
so if I throw like a girl I'm honored and so should you.

Love is inevitable, yet being in love isn't You choose to love someone back but you can not force them to love you.

I tried once, once with you
I felt so guilty, insisting I do

When I didn't not an ounce
And I'm afraid that every word counts

Every fake "I love you, dear"
Every "I'll always be here"

Ended when I told the truth
My parents blamed it on our youth

But I'll always know that love is inevitable but being in love isn't.
And I hope that you change that fact as you were always a believer, my believer.

I called you last night, told you my struggles
You were so kind, I wish you were there to cuddle
What am I saying my heart has already be taken by another
But I love I just don't know if it's like a brother
I can count on you day and night
I see you all the time, but I'm not sick of your sight
I know you have feelings for a girl
But she's not your girl, I'll be your girl

I first met you and said I would never change
Then I got different emotions making me feel strange
I now know I would never hurt you
I realise I love you I do
I've seen your situation in a different light
and have found out I can bear your sight
I mean I love the way you look
but it's my heart which you took
I never objected the motion
as you have given me a love potion

I am deeply truly and totally in love with you.
Xoxoxo

this language your forcing me to speak
is clouding my judgement at peak
i have trouble translating my feelings
i feel like you never listen, like theyre just peelings
i cannot speak my feeling in my own language
let alone this huge emotional baggage
no one ever told me i wouldnt be able to talk
that my mouth is just something on a stalk
my feeling are a bag of trash
not metaphorically but litarly are mashed
no ice cream can sooth this enough
i told him speaking another language is tough