On rainy days
I think of you
The rain reminds me of how gloomy I have become
And on sunny days,
I think of you
The sun reminds me of how radiant I use to be
When you were alive
I think when you left,
So did my sun
Stuck with gray hazy days
When you died
So did my happiness

I myself am a disease
Highly contagious,
And fatal to all.
I infect all the others around me
I never mean to
But its always the people I love the most,
I infect the most
I see their smiles grow less and less luminous
As days pass
Their laughter becomes dull
Their eyes become empty
I ruin people
Run while you can

I hate feeling oversensitive
Although I know I am..
But it is only because
I have a heart made of glass
Any rock thrown,
Even as small as a pebble
Could shatter it completely.
And my self worth is so tiny
You could squish it like a bug
And not even notice

a friend like you is hard to come by
someone so similar to myself
yet so giving
and caring
and nurturing
a truly beautiful person
I owe you my life
I would be nowhere without you
Thank you for being my best friend

You always know what to say
I think that's one of the things I like most about you
Like when I told you I felt like an icicle
Unloved and cold
You told me icicles were your favorite when you were little
And you'd make your dad drive you around
Just to find the biggest icicles
Or the time I told you I cut myself
And you told me nothing would change the way you felt about me
Out of all your absolutely amazing qualities
This is one of the best

Have you ever found home in a person?
Because cradled in your arms,
Or tucked into your chest
Is the only place that's ever felt like home to me

After a big winter blizzard
There's always mountains of elegant snow
Sitting calmly for others to soak in its beauty
But there is icicles hanging from our windows
They drip tears full of such sadness
Nobody says how beautiful the ice is
In comparison to the snow
So they sit on top of houses and weep all day
And eventually they cry so much
They disappear
and nobody notices
In many ways I feel like an icicle
How long until I disappear
And will you even notice