I miss you

I don’t just miss you,
I need you.

I don’t just need you,
I want you.

I don’t just want you,
I want you back.

roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you

Young kids
bright eyes
True love
Wont be denied
Love?
We’re in love yet what is love?
So young
Searches Dictionary
"Love - an intense feeling of deep affection"
No
Love is unexplainable
Love is something
That people can have if they truly deserve it
Love
Love can’t be explained
But love can be felt

That mouth
Those lips shape words that can cause a shift in you
Capable of manipulating the language into something hideous and throat splitting
Agonizing torture
Taking your secrets and fears and turning them into a monster instead of just thoughts



Her mouth
Could cause you pain in  areas left untouched prior to coming in contact with her
Her tounge is liquid hot fire and your feelings are the tinder she uses to grow stronger
Feeding off your insecurities she barrels into you
Her tongue goes from licking gently over your lips a light caress to being a sword dismantling your courage
Cutting away Layers of your skin toughened over the years
Mom warned you against girls who boast about their flaws
Be weary of those who lay their shortcomings in fluorescent lit boxes for everyone to see she said.
They are the ones who found contentment amount the chaos
They are the ones who fought to love themselves despite being told their blemishes were too big for anyone to hold
They are the ones who hold nothing back
Fierce love on one page and emotional turmoil on the next.

Her lips
Tell you exactly what she is capable of
A warning can be found within her laugh if you listen instead of just hear what she isnt saying
Her mouth says
don’t hurt me, I find joy in taking revenge for my heart”
They laugh thinking that it’s just something she says
She uses it like mortar for the bricks she adds to the walls she’s built around the things she holds sacred

Her mouth
Cuts deeper than canyons etched over millions of years
They reach the deepest parts of you because they echo off the walls with so much truth
Her mouth
Is the yin and the yang but still not enoughsar

A picture
A memory
A message
A moment you may never get back
Live in the moment, capture the finest bits
*point, flash, snap

Tears roll down and sear my face. You would think I'd finally get used to this place- this world of perfect imperfection. How many lessons is one to learn? How many times must one burn under a sun indifferent to our existence? I want to scream in people's faces, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" But they wouldn't listen. What use is this toungue if I cannot speak? What use are these lungs if I cannot breathe easy? I have an anxious disposition and the universe laughing in derision at me doesn't help any.

Sitting in the waiting room
Could cut the tension with a knife
Waiting for a stranger to tell you news that will determine your life.

Heart pounding, breathes get deeper
Waiting for your name to be called
Bad news, darkness, a sense of loss, legs go weak and falls...

Months of treatment, agony and sickness
Wishing the time to go by
the reality is harsh ;
Losing hair, becoming too thin and losing the sparkle in your eyes

Getting weaker day by day
Every movement is a struggle that comes with a sigh
Arranging for family and friends to visit
to say their final goodbye


It comes to a stage where hope slowly dies much like the person in the hospital bed
They will always be with us, in our hearts and on our minds
Can't get the last few months out of my head...