Three words,
Sometimes four.
Easy to say,
But easy to manipulate.
They mean so much,
And not quite enough.

When I say it to you,
They're more than just words.
They become a universe
Of stories and poems,
Of adventures and memories,
Of a forgotten past
And old scars healed,
Of a future untold
But predicted in the stars.

Because when I say I love you
For the first time,
And every time after,
I don't just say the words.

I present my mind
Like an open book.
I give you my heart
Carefully sewn together.
And I share my soul
To help mend yours.

I don't take I love you lightly.
Because to me,
It's everything.

What inspires me the most?
People.
People are so unique
And always changing.
Writing for people
Is one of my favorite things.
But some people
Are harder to write for.

The ones I love
Have the most words written,
Like tattoos and scars,
Across my heart.
Words for them
Flow through my veins
And escape my fingertips
Like birds flying from their cages.

Most of my poems
Are about love,
In one way or another.
I think it's because
I'm finally learning
What love is to me.

Most days,
I smell like cherry blossoms,
Rain,
And underlying sage.
In the summer,  
My usual perfume
Is masked by aloe,
Chlorine,
And sunscreen.
But you never change,
For you,
You always smell like home.

From a fortune cookie,
I pulled a piece of paper
With writing on it
That made me smile and laugh.
Because just how often
Are fortune cookies accurate?
"Tonight your wish will come true."
I didn't wish for anything,
But when I fell asleep that night
My heart had a silent hope
And I dreamt of you.
So maybe fortune cookies
Are sometimes right.

We talked everyday,
Like clockwork,
Then something changed.
I could feel it,
But I wasn't sure
What was different.
I know that I'm not
The only person they talk to.
We have different lives,
Different friends.
I stay home all day,
I know they have plans.
But I look forward to every message,
To smiling at my phone
Because of something that was said.
I love our conversations
That aren't really about anything,
But now we barely talk
And it kinda *****.
There's a pit in my stomach
And a voice in my head
Saying maybe they don't like me
As much as I thought,
Maybe there's someone better.
But I hope they're just busy
Because they really mean a lot.
And they know about my feelings,
Claimed they were mutual,
But we should just be friends,
At least for now.
And of course
I said ok,
Though I want nothing more
Then to be theirs.
But now we don't talk
As often as we did
And sometimes I wish
That I hadn't agreed so quickly.
Because talking to them
Makes my whole day.
But without even a hello,
The days go on
And on
For what seems like forever.
All because I'm waiting
For a message
That probably won't come.

I'm a lone wolf,
Howling at the new moon.
Crying out a prayer,
To a god that will never hear.
Begging for a pack,
Or just another lone wolf.
But I'm destined to live in shadows,
Trapped in a cage
Of my own design.

My best poems
Come at times
When I'm sad.
I have a hard time writing
When I'm happy.
Whether that's beautiful
Or tragic
I have yet to decide.
Is it beatuful
That I let others
See my soul?
Or tragic
That it's the only time I can?