I want to be more than just friends
stare at skies, stars and
think of the entirety of you—
how knowing you brought me peace
I want to be insecure
of how you laughs brightens
of how sleepless night brings me happiness
I realize I knew of love
of warmth—
by knowing the little things about you
I realize that my days get easier
my nights get memorable
my months get shorter
because you were the answer to
my never ending dilemma
I want to be more than just friends
but I realize being in love
with some and being right for someone
aren’t always the same

-Vibeactivist

I thought you were beautiful
like the rarest of things left in the world
to be admired, to be complimented
but it became clear i didn't understand you
calling you beautiful was seeing the surface of things
admitting that i don't see the see message in the painting
just the painting on the wall–
but the beauty i got to see could not be described in just words
you were carnation from the earth within
touched and nutured by love itself
you were the seed hidden between the rubbles
but not flawed, not harmed just growing with bliss
you were like shadows, hidden in darkness
but revealed the truest nature of things
that's what calling you beautiful means

-Vibeactivist

You are never more conflicted
when you are a teenager in love
lost in a strange world of expectations
your heart filled with so many thoughts of one person
like chemical reacting to fullfil a purpose

You are never more insecure
when you are a teenager in love
that those feelings might be the end of you
sleepless nights, uncontrollable need to feel loved
but nothing more promising than being assured

You are never more hurt
when you are teenager in love
that when the love stops being love and more of a work
slowly but surely everything fades that only reality is left
and the memories never had a happy ending

as she is mine she is my oasis
the hope in desert, the light in the abyss

as she is mine she is my world
my beginning and ending, my float in the drought

as she is mine she is my everything
not to be shared, not to be mistreated

as she is mine she is love
intertwined to be hers alone, loved only by her

as she is mine she is motivation
to each and every stanza, each poem

Sorry I've not written in awhile
dropping some tomorrow

what if I've never been in love
i've just been infatuated and calling it love
what if the voices in my head never rest
and my demons begin to show
what if the God is saddened that i've strayed
and he keeps showing me signs but i never see them
what if my dark thoughts over cloud my good ones
and i become so different that I'm left alone
what if i don't find happiness
and just drown in the sadness of life
what if my whole life
i've just been wasting on people who don't matter
what if life is just a test
and i'm always getting every answer wrong
what if my faith never becomes strong
and i never experience the promise of heaven
what if waking up constantly becomes a pain
and that's my hell on earth
what if my heart's keep shattering
from falling for the wrong set of people
what if my heart heals
but the love doesn't last because devil keeps taking them
what if the there are no answers
and my life is just one blank question
what if i keep asking all the wrong questions
and left all the real answers go
what if my demons start to talk
and we become friends and it makes me feel at ease
what if i'm redeemed
but my friends and family are condemned
what if my insecurities makes me strong
that I stop trusting in people and their words
what if my time on earth is almost coming to an end
and I never get to make the littlest of a difference
what if i never make my parents proud
and just vanish out of existence
what if I keep asking what ifs
and nothing changes

–In time, it goes, it gets easier to breathe again
but in reverse the words they said stays
hovering over you and laughing
their soul and yours separated
by fears, by lies, by humane defaults
the existence of the nothingness you hid
–coming to light
–coming to reality
that's what love leaves behind
the collection of memories
that haunts, flaunts and hurts you
forever stuck in you
wishing you could have paid attention
–to their actions not their words
–to their lies not their cries
–to their silence not their i love you's
whatever you may have been told
the pain is real, the silent cries are
most importantly the change never leaves