darling, don't be afraid.
it's okay
to be jealous.

don't be afraid,
don't let it **** you.
become jealous of the idea of him,
of all he could have given you,
and all you have to share.

do not become jealous
of the girl who's now there instead.

darling, don't be afraid.
it's okay
to be jealous..
to have an itch
and a wish
of what he now has
that you don't.

don't let it **** you,
don't let the fear get in your head
and warp your beautiful mind.
you are real and kind,
and more than he deserves-
do not become less than that.

do not become jealous
of the girl who's now there instead.

i want to lay down in the grassy fields
oceans away
and feel the caress of the breeze
kiss my skin
where our bodies met.

i want to sleep among the stars
worlds away
and dream new dreams.
and when i awake,
use the soft light from the stars themselves
to write beautiful poetry
of the new world i will create.

i want to swim in the depths of the oceans
miles away
to find the beauty in the world
that no one has yet to unmask,
that i know is there,
because you've shown me it.

i want to fly with the wind
all over the globe
to see
all that there is to see,
until my heart is as light as the wind that carried me,
and my mind is in a state of euphoria.

i want to sit among the clouds,
high above us all,
and watch the world go by
beneath my feet.
and even if i may not see you sitting beside me,
i want to feel the weight of your hand in mine,
praising me for living through all of our dreams
for you.

The other day was a lonely sigh
My tongue, caught, between your teeth
lips were chapped and mouths were dry
The first time that I was underneath

Of course it all meant nothing
It was not something that mattered
Never mind that I can’t help blushing
When you asked me I was only flattered

But days weeks and months more
My body yearns for your hands to explore
Just a look, we both know what’s in store
On the couch, on the bed, on the floor

Your touch is an addictive ******
Whisper again how my skin is like butter
Your sigh is passionately delicate
The lovely truth I keep below a mutter

But we are friends and will remain
Though we occasionally miss each other
I will always wait with such disdain
But commitment is not recovered

...
And in that moment I realized
Her pieces shatter more quickly
Than she can glue them together
And in between the broken seconds
That her universe is in chaos
Those pieces of her soul
Break down to mere dust
And float away in the winds
Of what once was
Joined by the false notion
That her future could be brighter
If only
She gathered her pieces
A little faster.

and if i wrote about how you made me feel
it would remind you of how you felt when you first laid eyes on her
and how your heart sighed a little when you first held her hand
and if you wrote about how i never made you fall
you would tell me about all the moments you stared at her
and all the moments you never caught her eye