I never knew
I loved her
Until she turned and walked away.
I never knew
I needed her
Until she asked for her things back.
I never knew
How much she meant to me
Until my sheets didn't smell like her anymore.
I never knew
How much I loved her company
Until she blocked my number.
I never knew
I loved her
Until she turned and walked away.

I wish that I could say that our love was one like you read in books.
But it was not.
Our love was slow.
You had issues,
That I couldn’t handle.
I had issues,
That you couldn’t handle.
Our love was not at first sight.
Though we knew that there was something special about the other.
Our love was not sweet words and calming touches.
It was soft glances and random phone calls.
And when we kissed,
Fireworks did not go off.
We didn’t even have a spark.
Our lips didn’t mold together perfectly.
And her lips weren’t soft against mine.
Our teeth clashed and her lips were chapped.
But I knew that even though our love was slow.
That it was indeed love.
There were no racing hearts and whispered I love you’s.
Just soft gazes and random phone calls.
There was no denying that I love you.
I would have taken a bullet for you.
I would have risked anything in the world for you.
I would have changed myself completely for you.
And you would have done the same for me.
And even now,
I love you,
Is rarely said.
Because neither of us needs to say it.
We already know.
Our love wasn’t one like the books.
We didn’t live happily ever after.
We had fights and still do.
We have times where we never see each other.
We have times where we don’t talk for a few days.
Not beause we don’t love each other.
But because this is life.
And sometimes life gets in the way.
Our love wasn’t one like the books.
But our love was special.
Our love,
Was,
Our Love.
And our love wasn’t like the books.
It was the bitter truth.
But it was the sweetest bitter thing I’ve ever had.

I fell in love with a girl who cannot not see.
She cannot not see my adoration for her.
Nor can she see my desperate glances.
She doesn't see all the times I try to approach her only to turn away instead.
She never see's how I dress up for her.
I fell in love with a girl who cannot not see.
She cannot see the notes I leave in her locker.
Nor can she see the way my cheeks flushed when she smiles my way.
She doesn't see all the times I stare and admire her features.
She never see's my proud gazes.
I fell in love with a girl
That fell in love with a boy
Who cannot see.
He cannot not see her loving smile.
Nor the way she dresses up for him.
He cannot see her admiring gazes.
He doesn't see the notes she writes him.
I am in love with a girl who cannot see.
She cannot see my jealous glares.
Nor can she see my tears.
She cannot see me getting weaker.
She does not see my heart breaking.
I am in love with a girl who cannot see.
She cannot see how much I am risking.
Nor did she see when I came out to my parents.
She could not see their disgusted stares.
I am in love with a girl that cannot see.
She cannot see my love for her.
Nor does she see that I would give anything for her heart in exchange.
She does not see the sacrifices I make for her.
She cannot see the risks I take.
I am in love with a girl that cannot see just how much I love her.

You were a rose.
You smelled so sweet,
And looked so beautiful.
Though you had thorns,
Every ***** was worth it to get to hold you.
Petals softer than silk.
Your green leaves are a reminder of the vine from which you came.
But just like all flowers,
You withered away.
Your once sweet smell,
Turned sour.
And your once soft petals,
Turned brittle and brown.
Soon a new rose will grow in your place,
But i'll never admire it as much as I admired you.
I'll never see the beauty that I saw in you.
I'll never smell that soft sweet scent that you had.
And their petals will never be as soft as yours.
I'll never love them as much as I loved you.

The sun shines
ever so brightly
in the afternoon
of today.
Lighting up the
horizons of yesterday,
and giving blue hues
to the skies
of tomorrow.

Writers block.
A wall around your thoughts.
A closet holding them all.
Walls build up around your brain,
Squeezing.
Strangling.
Suffocating.
The thoughts and words are right at your finger tips,
But nothing makes sense in your jumbled brain.
Nothing sounds good enough to write down.
Writers block.
When everything you write down
seems like you're repeating yourself.

She smells of honeysuckle,
With a bit of smoke mixed in.
Nothing has smelled sweeter.
Her sweet smell is what attracts me.
I am the bee to her honeysuckle.
I could drown myself in her perfume,
Because nothing has ever smelled sweeter.
Nothing has ever been more comforting.
Her perfume smells of sweet honeysuckle and smoke.
And It’s my favorite smell.