It was one of these days, where we hang all day. You can't stand me for a reason yet you ask me not to leave your side. You barely spoke a word and we're laying on the ground staring at the ceiling in silence used to be awkward. But nowadays its all what we have. 6 inches away from each other.. All I wish to say is ask you to be get closer. This situation was usually fine but not today. Today was the worst kind of days for me because I needed to escape from him and me senses. Though my feet were disable to run, walk or crawl away in days like this. I turn my head from time to time looking at you to check if you slept. That's what I tell you but I like looking at you. Today, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I've missed you, I've been craving your voice. I wanted to kiss you. I only stared. Unexpectedly you turned your head to mine and looked at me. You looked at me with open mouth leaking silent words. Shocked to the bones but I won't take off my eyes now. Not yet. No I can't. And then you said "why are you here?" Crying voice, dry eyes. Tiredness written all over your face.
I sighed and smiled. Looked to the other way and started talking "you know, I'm a star and you're the sky. If I leave you..." I paused, looked at him in his gray/blue eyes "I die. I seek death that's true; but when you are around I wish for a little bit more time" my voice started to shake and losing breath. He didn't reply yet his mouth was still open leaking silent words. But then he held my hand and grabbed me to lay only 2 inches away from him. And that's when I knew he loves me but too scared to show it. And that's where I couldn't not to kiss him.

You don't have to be a poet...

But I,
Want my love...

To make you,
Wanna write.

On the curls of my hair,
About the warmth of my hand.

"you're a paradox, you care too much you think you don't, you're too nice you think you're an *******. your sadness is epic which appear in your writings. you're beautiful inside and out, I would tell them don't **** up with her or I'll **** you

Hold my heart and cover the scars, most of them weren't supposed to be made.

But life ***** us it doesn't care how gentle we are.

Hold my heart and fuel the wings, don't let the feathers fall anymore.

Don't be my savior, I will.

Just hold my heart

I tried to pick my pieces up,
A lot of them were missing and some of them didn't fit.

It remained incomplete...
Took me years to understand,
I am not a puzzle to put myself back together.


For awhile I panic! And I tell the world my soul is dead... It is worse than that,
its burned.

From the scars lying on my hand and thighs.
From the idea of burning my skin with lightened up cigarette in my right hand and how much of a joy it might bring me.

To feel burned inside out.
I'm not a puzzle or dead.
I'm burned and the burns itch from time to time; recovering faster than a person with cold suffering from a running nose.

They have always said,
Be careful of the fire because it sits you on flames; but I never knew the fire and the burns can be this amusing to a human.


Perhaps I am not much of that either...

"This is not a poem FYI"


I need a hug, a one when you don't let go, ever.

I need to feel your head on my chest, your hair touching my chin, your skin on my own.

I need to be hugged for hours and hours and hours and share silence with a bit of awkward laughs from time to time.

I don't want to talk and I don't want to leave my room, I don't want to see people, too.

I need to get lost in your face and its details, Coming from a person hating this universe with what it holds that's a ****** huge deal.

I'm not talking **** and I'm not feeling much nowadays.

But I feel you.

I need to be hugged and I need it from you. Simple.