I'm writing by the light of lightening as raindrops gently wet my notebook and im using sharpie to make sure that my inspiration is not lost. The horizon is beautiful, fireflies glittering in the forest like stars in a galaxy. I never knew Mother Nature could be so upset as to make god cry and the moon hide. Dont ever feel as you're not good enough because i swear you can make mountains move and silence thunder. It feels like atomic bombs are leveling my heartbeat and the ground i walk on to get close to to you. My thoughts are getting more and more scrambled and my strength is running out
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                                                                                                  line but the wind is whispering secrets that i must scribe.
             part 1;
                            The beginning is now. It's only 11:11 and the raindrops arent so gentle anymore. The shadows are already ravenous for missing you and the eeriness of the darkened sky has quieted even as the most deafening lies beg to be heard and i want to trust that everything will be okay. Please, let everything be okay
              Part 2;
                            I'm starting to miss the sun. I'm sorry for whatever i did to make you upset. I need your guidance, your light to show me the road to forgiveness as i have forgiven your sly actions. I need you to face your fear of tornadoes and come swirling home to me. I need you.
                 Part 3;
                              The end
                                       The storm is gone and so is my easy state of mind. My paper is dry but my thoughts are not and im sorry im only stable when i long for something i cannot have but i want to be bright and reckless and strong and everything the night is the i am not.
                                                           Goodbye.

Its easier to write free verse but you like rhyming best so here's how it goes
3 am is for the poets, or didn't you know
That I'm always kissing and missing you, and picking your nose
I guess I'm just so in love with you, all that has to show

That I just want to make you smile
I'm proud of you and want you to be proud of me Mr Lyles
please stay for a little while
we'll walk hand in hand for miles

**love me, miss me, need me, want me,
Want me, need me, love me, miss me
miss me, love me, want me, need me,
Need me, want me, miss me, love me.

I have a problem
I listen to music so loud I can't hear my own thoughts and everybody says I'm going to go deaf by the age of 20 but at least I won't hear you say that you never loved me
I have a problem
Your favorite colors are silver and red so I take this blade across my skin again and again and bleed out the beauty that you said was only on the inside
I have a problem
My vision is blurry as a bottle drops from my hand
The sound I hear resonating when it shatters sounds miles away like the memory of our first date with champagne and roses and you loving me
I have a problem
I need to feel a pair of hands around my throat. Get a grip on life, ******, I love you.
I have a problem
You used to hate cigarettes. But now that you're gone, one always resides between my fingers where yours used to be and hopefully if I smoke at 11:11 you'll care enough to come back and stop me
I have a problem.

Sometimes I wonder if the trees are green because they are jealous of the clouds, to grow so tall and yet never be able to hold hands with the sky, to never be good enough so when it rains its really just the clouds crying out for the lost friendship and they say the grass is always greener on the other side but that's only true because neither can reflect the meadow in your eyes that I often gaze into wondering if its really me you see and not some sycamore because no matter how luciously sinful nature is it'll always be beautiful and I will never compare to that emerald jewel because I'll always be a **** billowing in the land of self pity and outward envy.

Fire and ice share two common letters.
I and E. Vowels, to be particular.
Yet the similarities don't outweigh the differences.
Fire is how his hands feel on your thighs after the first fight and ice is how your heart feels on the night he walks away.
Fire is destructive, like your words that lash me like a whip, aND SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BURN EVERY SINGLE MEMORY OF THE LIGHTNING OFF YOUR LIPS FROM MY BRAIN but I can't risk the cold and lack what your warm hands bring. Ice is cruel, it leaves you cold and miserable, suffering as an avalanche of unreplied text messages and love letters unanswered downfall on your ever aching body aND I SWEAR IM SICK OF THIS ICEBERG IN MY HANDS, LEAVING ME NERVOUS AND NUMBED I just miss the smell of oak trees burning as we ran laughing through the forest, I'm sorry I was so cold, ruthless even that the moon cast its shadowed eyes upon me. We are opposites but we complete each other, fire and ice, come back, I need you to thaw me out, I'll melt in your arms and promise never to freeze again