People are meant to live in your heart
That's why your heart has chambers.

You were a dream come true
To a girl like me.

You tried so hard to be a poet
But you became a poem

I
Loved
You

Remember when we used
To talk all night?
I miss that.

Best way to avoid goodbyes?
Don't say hello.

I've always hated and feared one word
and that word's goodbye
but I'd forgotten what was so bad about it
but then you reminded me why.

Never assume
A beautiful soul
Is not a broken one.
Sometimes the people
Whose souls shine the brightest
Are the ones that are that way because
Of the light reflecting off of
The sharp broken pieces
Of their heart.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like pancakes
But crepes are better.

If I knew this was our last goodbye
There's so much that I would say
I would start by reading you the poem
How you take my breath away.
Then I would say thank you
For not saying goodbye
And when you said you weren't scared of being cut
I started to cry.
Those words meant so much to me
Since I'd lost hope for someone who cared
But to me those couple words
Said if you need me I'll be there.
You made me feel like I matter
And that my many flaws do not define me
When you're around I can be myself
And it makes me feel happy
Your friendship means so much to me
So much more than I can say
And I really hope that this poem
Doesn't scare you away
But roses are red and violets are blue
My world was so ******* lonely
Until I met you

Two words that hold in their hands
the lives of so many people
who are just
barely holding on.

I guess it's true
It's not you its me.
It's me who has insecurities
Who's afraid of never being loved
To break down the walls.
It's me who can't move quick enough for you
It's me who can't open up
To every question you ask.
It's me who can't get over the past
Who can't take a hard hit
And shrug it off.
It's me who carries around a large suitcase
Filled with the things I've seen
The baggage that I have to carry.
It's me who's slowing you down
And for that,
I'm sorry.

I like sad things.
Sad things make me happy.
Sad things make me feel
Less alone

Loving you is killing me
But darling it's okay
Because I wouldn't have it
Any other way.

I once knew a girl
who was tormented by Death
everyday she would battle
for one more breath.
Then a boy came along
who was full of life
"don't give in!" he would say
"don't march to Death's fife!".
"It's hard," she would say
"I can't do it much longer".
"Come on!" he would shout
"I know you can be stronger!"
"You must push on
wipe the dirt from your knees,
don't give up hope
and soon you'll be free!"
So she tried to push on
with Life by her side
looking back on he days
she wished she could die.
So Death pushed her harder
and though life really tried
he could do nothing but watch
the light die in her eyes.
One night while she lay
awake in her bed
Life came to see her,
here's what he said:
"This is Death's game
to see if you'll give in,
but there's so much to live for
you can't let him win!
Just keep moving forward
and hold your head high-"
"But I'm too far gone" She would say
"So why even try?"
"I'll give you a reason,"
Life said with a smile,
"Since the day that I met you,
you've come thousands of miles."
She said, "If it's true,
and there is still hope,
help me out of this hole,
send down your rope."
So life sent it down
and she held on tight
she stopped simply surviving and lived
and realised he was right.
"Congratulations!" Life shouted,
"the game is now done!"
A smile spread over her face
as she shouted "I won!"

I inhale pain
And exhale poetry

It can hurt you
It can burn you
It can change you

Don't over complicate things
Say what you mean,
And mean what you say.

What did I do
To deserve someone
As great as you.
Nothing,
I did nothing to
deserve you.
That's why
You aren't staying

It was the blooming of madness
that destroyed us all
in the end

Don't worry dear,
Soon you won't feel the pain,
Soon you won't feel anything
You'll just be
Numb

A poet is an extraordinary thing
made entirely of feelings,
ink,
one too many thoughts
but not enough sentences.

I never told anyone about us
So for now I'll just hide you away in my poetry

Some see weeds,
I see flowers.

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
I **** at poetry,
Hi

We lock ourselves in high towers
Out of fear of someone hurting us again.
We build a moat and push everyone away
And then wonder why no one comes to save us

Writers block is such a *****.

The water rushes over her feet and carries her away
on this dark and stormy day
and the birds scream and shout and cry
as she tells the world goodbye.

They say the things that you'll regret
are the things you didn't do,
but the one thing I regret the most
is the time I spent with you.

Join
me
and
watch
our
shadows
dance
as
lights flash
and
the
music
plays.

We are all nothing more
Than stars with names

One by one
the list gets longer.
Promises of friendship
turn into nothing more than tourism.
The word "goodbye"
has built a permanent home
On the tip of my tongue.
But despite the familiarity,
It still leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Will it always be like this?

I came to you
with all of my insecurities
tattooed on my soul.
And the words
"I'm sorry"
dripping from my tongue.

You met me with tenderness
patience
and open arms.
and filled me with so much love
that for the first time
I felt safe.

I'm choking on the tears
That I am unable to shed

How is it that
You have broken my heart
A thousand times over
Yet the sound of my name
Rolling off your tongue
Makes me weak in the knees?

My depression
Has changed the colors of the world
But how fond I have grown
Of the shades of blue and grey
In which I live

Sometimes it's easier
to take the pain and embrace it,
than it is to let it go
especially when it's all
you know anymore.

You don't understand,
No one ever understands.

No one ever sees the signs until it's
Too late.

Her hands are covered in countless scars
From all the time she tried to grab the stars,
A beautiful bright star to call her own
Because the darkness is all she's ever known

Your voice bounces off the walls
In a way that's so terrifying
The devil himself runs back to hell

Meeting you
Was like listening
To my favorite song
For the very first time
And already knowing
All the words

Already knowing
It’d be my favorite.

I can't get enough
Of your Teddy bear love

I am a light switch.
Instead of on or off,
It's I love you
Or
I hate you.

When I feel numb
I long to feel something.
Anything.
But on the days that I feel something
I pray to feel nothing at all.

I think relationships
Are like phases of
The moon.
Someone slowly enters
Your life, becomes a big part
And then slowly fades away.

Won't you tell me,
Do you wish that I
Am yours?
The way that I
Wish you are mine?

You wondered if it was because
You weren't enough.
But I wish I could shake your shoulders
And say,
You were more than enough
So full of life.
You were too much for his small mind
To handle.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way your
hand always felt so weightless in mine,
but the absence of it—of you—
feels so heavy.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the beat of your heart
and the waves of your breathing
created a rhythm just for my soul.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the skin crinkles at the corners of your eyes
whenever you smile or laugh.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep
Cause now I sleep alone
And the bed feels so cold

It’s late
And I can’t sleep

I am a hurricane
And sunshine
All in a bottle