You're aware of my existence,
but you don't know I'm here

You're the center of attention
You control the atmosphere.

For he is gold
But I dare not be bold
For he consumes my thoughts
But I am not in his at all

I need to forget him
Like he forgot me.

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

I ache for love I can never have
and for hands I have never held

POEM UNDERDEVELOPMENT
THOUGHTS AT 1.16 AM
The ones in which are hard to love
Need it most

The ones who love
Are hated

And those who hate
Are adored

And those who love
Are ignored

Keep your friends by your shoulder,
save your lovers in your heart.

Put your enemies behind your back
that's where they always are

And that perhaps is how it goes;
his eyes burn holes in you like your 3 am cigarettes.
And you want him, you want him
But he is not yours to take.

Hazel eyes found her green,

his sighs full of promises 
and dreams.
that they’d share

If their eyes ever falter as you walk into a room, walk away. You may not believe it, but you deserve to be reflected in their irises.  

2. If you’re sitting in your bed with their voice echoing in your head, using your sheets to wipe your nose, and can think of sixteen reasons to go and one to stay, you should go. You will find someone better for you, I promise.  

3. If you go into it hoping you can get them to smoke less **** or stop saying ‘****’ so **** much, don’t go further. Old habits die hard, if at all; make sure you can live with their quirks.

4. If they hold their glass of ***** closer than your waist, let them go. You do not deserve to come in second to their vices.

5. If they pinch your love handles and tell you your curls look better straightened, leave. The way you were created deserves to be adored.

6. Know you are worth millions of atoms, of stardust and spiraling staircases of double helixes, and do not accept anything less than love.

I've  been touched by love
 far too many times,
now I just want 
to be held by it.

All that glitters is not gold
I stayed up to watch you go
I feel so much better now you’re not around
There’s no one to kick me while I’m down
No one to burn my bridges anymore
After all,
Rain is what makes the flowers grow

I started sleeping
,
Without my nightlight
,
When my greatest fear
,
Became a feeling.

Rather than a being.

Do not compare pain.
Even though the strokes on your canvas
may look bigger than other strokes,
they are all drawn by,
the
same
weak
hands.

I might be numb

to the world,

but I feel you 
so vividly

I’ll tell you what we were. 

We were sparks 
just after the light died ,
when all of the excitement 
in the night faded 
and only ash and burn marks were left. 

We were the quiet expectation 
in between the roaring thunder. 

We were the puddle 
but never the rain. 

We were always 
what could have been,

except sometimes,

we were.

Why do we look back  
on the things we once had
Why do we look back
on the things that once made us glad
Why do we look back,
because all it does for me
is drive me mad!

Neither sea on rock
Nor rain on tree
Speak words as sweet
As yours to me.

I wrote you a letter,
because in words
I can say it better.
I wish I could better articulate this feeling
in speech, instead of just thinking
so I wrote you a letter
alas now,
I'm feeling much better.

We don't know where we stand
But we think we know what we stand for.
And we know what we want,
we just don't know how to describe it.