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

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

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

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

I need to forget him
Like he forgot me.

You're in my arteries
Pulsating through my body.
I'll never be the same.

Romance is a fuel

that I can’t afford
for my diesel heart

that pollutes more
than the air around

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

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.

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

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

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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

How greener the grass is
with those rose tinted glasses

Hazel eyes found her green,

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

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.