You promised me the world,
Then left to go find your own.

I could have spent hours on that tarmac,
Waiting for planes, and adventure, and you.
God, I waited for you.
Now all I want to do is fly away.

She had this beautiful face. The kind of face which should have made her a "Popular Girl." But she wasn't. She didn't "fit in" because she liked rock more than country and wore black skinny jeans instead of blue and because at that party she wouldn't sleep with the quarterback, even though he just got us into the state championship.

I was fooled once,
By the crystal hopes,
Of love and happiness,
I've decided now,
To close shop,
Lest my heart be jested again.
Once had been shame on him,
But fortune had not my favour,
Fooled again, twice it seems,
And I only have myself to shame.

I wrote my thoughts
On parchment as soft as your skin
Hoping I would finally
Feel something again.
With ink as red
As the blood of your lips,
Oh darling how,
Did we end up like this?

He was the star crossed, passion filled, love of my life. It was an unfortunately cruel truth that i wasnt his. That's just the sickening way that fate shakes things out sometimes.

There's an odd temptation in her eye,
Lord, how I wish to catch it

One day,
I'll look back at you,
And wonder why I have to look back.

You drifted in like the tide,
Ebbing and flowing all around me,
Covering me in what was you.
And now youre drifting out and away,
And all I can hope is,
You'll stick true to the tide and,
Come back again.

You set a glass on my desk,
The day that you left,
And I leave it there in hopes,
That one day you'll come back
To move it

I was a work of art;
You fell in love.
Until you realized you could look,
But couldn't touch

I remember when we were in the shower after the first trip to the sauna, and you got down on one knee and asked me to marry you. And maybe we should have ran far away from this hellhole town right then and there and maybe got hitched in Vegas and got our apartment and published our books because I think we would still be happy if we had left right when you asked.

I've stopped wearing seat belts
And looking both ways before I cross
Because when I hear the screech of tires
And feel my car slip and fishtail
It makes me feel something
When all I feel now is nothing.

I fell in love with you in fractions.
At first it was simply with your shy awkwardness,
The way our silences were never filled,
And that was absolutely okay.
And then it was with your face,
The stubble on your chin,
The way your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners,
And how you always look me in the eye when we talk.
Following this was the pain of our goodbyes,
How each hug didn't feel like enough,
And even when our parting should have been finalized,
We continued.
That was followed by the way you held me,
Our bare chests pressed against each other,
Your hands dancing down my back,
Your fingers tracing each of my tattoos,
And how you would whisper the sweetest things,
Into my left ear.
And finally I fell in love with the way you didn't love me,
The way you cared, but not enough.
And I was so painfully filled with love for you,
That every fiber of my being begged for you to feel it,
Too.

Even when I'm tired, and all the memories,
have begun to fade,
My words will bleed you onto the page.
Even when the heartache finally, oh finally,
starts to slip away,
My words will bleed you onto the page.
Even when I can feel your hand in mine,
But cannot picture your sweet face,
My words will bleed you onto the page.

I do not think there shall ever be a time,
In your existence, or in mine,
When my words do not bleed you onto a page.
I'll write you into every history,
Every love story,
Every poem.
So that even when we are all dead and gone,
No one will ever forget you.

I wore your love like a cloak,
And with a winter like this,
There is no doubt I'll freeze to death.

I am not a disposable library,
Of information for you to borrow,
But never return.

Please remove him,
From my thoughts,
I'm not in his,
So I'd wish he weren't in mine.

Please remove him from my veins,
Which bleed for him as
I tear them open in a pathetic
Attempt to set him free.

Please remove him from my tears,
For I do not wish to shed anymore,
Not for him,
Not for her.

Please remove him from my heart,
Which drums each beat to his tune,
It is far to sad to play a song for him,
Knowing he will never listen again.

Please remove him from my words,
He is not deserving,
Yet here he is,
Laced in each line,
His presence ever unnerving.

You wrote poetry on my skin
With your tongue and lips
With such beautiful words
How did we end up broken like this?

If people really are made of stardust,
I think, perhaps,
You and I are made of the same star.

For no one has ever seen me the way you have,
And no one has ever made me feel so whole.

But what are we to do,
When our star grows too old
and becomes a black hole?

I find myself reading more and more
Autobiographies
In a desperate attempt to find
Someone who feels the same pain as I do.

If I had known that would have been goodbye,
Maybe I wouldn't have left so fast,
I would have kissed your cheek,
Squeezed your hand,
Sunk into your hug a little deeper.
But now you're down in Texas,
And I'm here in Minnesota, alone.

How am I supposed to know what to say,
When you're so impossibly hard to read?

Is it possible to
Have a pre-life crises?
For I am nowhere near
Mid-life,
Yet I find myself deeply,
In peril.

What a silly little girl,
Thinking you'd be something more,
Than just late night, drunk ***,
Rolling on the floor.
How naive it was of you,
To pretend you had a chance,
So take your slap to the face,
And wallow in your ignorance.

Ive got stars laced
In my skin;
My freckles light up the sky.
I'm a work of art,
Although unfinished,
A masterpiece nonetheless

I spend my life in exit rows
Ready to pull the door at moments notice
And escape

For me,
Being next to you feels like home.
Safe. Finally.
For you, I'm just a rest stop.

I'll spend forever,
Wondering if I could loved you better.

Find the person,
Who you never need to fill the silences with,
But who you always want to.
Find the person,
Whose stories you can listen to,
For hours,
And never tire.
Find the person,
Who fits you like a puzzle piece,
Who connects to you in ways you never thought possible.
And I think I've found that,
In you.

You softened me
Like butter
With you sweet words and
Hungry looks
And for a while I really did feel
Coveted.
What a fool I made myself into.

The hard part about telling someone you dont love them
Is meaning it

I knew I was nothing to you
But what a dream it was
To pretend I was something.

I would gladly ruin my sleep schedule every night,
To speak with you,
But you would rather just say "good bye."

When tears stain my cheeks,
I'll remember moments like these:
The sudden lift of takeoff,
Stolen kisses,
What it feels like to dance above
The sky in a metal tube,
The gentle, secret, brush of fingers,
Pure sky, blue against white wing tips,
The lurch of acceleration,
The lurch of my heartbeat,
The collision of lips,
The sun peaking through cotton
Candy clouds, as white as hotel
Sheets.
When tears stain my cheeks, I'll remember you,
Even if you were the one to put them there.

Pass me my pen,
So I may go to battle,
There is a war brewing,
Between head and heart.
Troops must be called,
In the form of neatly,
Printed, black letters,
Each marching promptly,
After one another.
"We cannot let the emotions win,"
The head orders steadily,
Always analytic.
"Think of what good could come of this,"
The heart says to her troupes,
Her tone far gentler than that of the head.
Each side has merit,
Evenly matched.
A dual is bubbling,
One which will only have,
A ****** end.
One side will win out,
But there will be no victor.

So pass me my pen,
So I may go to war,
My words will fight the battle,
Upon the pale page.

You're like a red wine stain
On a white carpet;
You never seem to go away.

As you held my hand,
You broke my bones.

I keep having this dream over and over again where I am drowning. I'm at the surface, paddling at the choppy waves, screaming, water crashing against me. And you are standing on the dock, holding a rope, and you look out at me like you're about to throw it to me and save me but you turn away and throw it to her instead I keep having this dream.

This is the story of the lover who felt everything, and the lover who felt nothing.
In the beginning, it was just she and he,
And she felt the flutter of butterflies, and new beginnings,
While he felt nothing.
And then it all became tangible, and they were together,
For a short while,
And she felt excitement, nerves, and promise,
While he felt nothing.
And while the laughed and made love,
She began to fall while he felt nothing,
And when she fell all the way,
Deeply, completely, ridiculously,
He felt nothing.
And when everything crashed and burned,
And she felt shattered, empty, and cursed,
He felt nothing.
And when there were small bubbles of hope,
She felt smiles,
While he felt nothing.
And when they started to drift yet again,
She felt longing, and sadness, and missed her friend, her love,
And he felt nothing.
And in the end, even through the lowest of lows, the lover who felt everything was better off.
Because even as she is on her own,
And growing again,
He still feels nothing at all.

The one nice thing
About being utterly devastated
Is it gives you plenty
To write about.

A house isn't a home when
You're not around it.
A plane isn't a bird when its
Grounded.
You've left my heart confounded
You can't stay but I can't go
What is left I don't know
I know this story
Its sad but true
You'll never choose me but
I'll always choose you.

This much I know is true:
I'm as much me,
As I am a part of you,
Your words will never change this,
Nor distance, nor time,
And some day in the future,
Again, you will be mine

These words spun,
Like silk,
And occasionally poorly fashioned,
Spider-webs,
From my mouth,
Could all fit so nicely together.
Wouldn't that be the dream?
If these poems could form a book;
A collection?

It wasn't your sharpest knives,
Or mad fighting skills,
That killed me so brutally.

It was the look in your eyes,
And the way your mouth formed the words,
That fell deaf on my ears,
As my heart fractured and fell to pieces:
"I can't do this anymore."

We don't do that romantic ****,
He said ,
Because we're not lovers, just friends,
But darling, oh,
I romanticize you every day

You promised me forever,
Then so quickly,
You took it away.

You breathed your life into me,
Resuscitated me,
Saved me every single day.

And now you have gone,
You took it and,
Stripped it all away.

How cruel you are,
To try,
And play God.

Boys say really sweet things like,
"We will get married some day,"
And "I will love you till the day I die,"
Just so you will spread your legs,
And they can get between your thighs,
When truthfully each tender word,
Is nothing but a clever lie,
Disguised as loving truth,
Sweet enough to make you cry,
So please remember next time he says,
"You make me so happy, I dont know why,"
To just say "thanks" and cross your legs,
Because when he leaves you'll want to die.