funny how when you love someone they are everything.
They are the light and the dark.
They are the sunset and rise.
They are all you can see.
With all the colors of the sun.
They are the only one.
They get you.
They understand you.
She is my everything.
She is my day and night.
Somehow she can make things alright.
She is beautiful.
She is the match before the explosion.
She is every breathing moment.
Absolutely everything.

The breeze runs over me.
Almost setting me free.
Free from the ups and downs.
Moods high only to hit the ground.
The constant change.
My mind always being rearranged.
Walking down the halls rwmaining close to walls.
Wanting to escape the crowded.
I feel safe when no one is around.
Feel stable on the ground.
I don't wisper under my breath.
Don't let the anxiety control my movements.
I pretend to listen to music even when my phones dead.
It's only because I don't want to talk to people.
Actually deep down I want someone.
Someone who will stick around.
Not just push me down.
Not make me feel worthless.
Not make me emotionless.
Thad why I like the breeze.
I finally feel free.

My hands shake.
My voice breaks.
Sweat beginning to run down my head.
Starting to wish i was dead.
Talking to you is the scariest yet best thing.
But it exposes my doubts.
What if I'm not good enough?
What if she hates me?
We are friends right?
She's just been different lately.
I'm sorry I get this way.
It happens almost every day.
It's mostly because of anxiety.

Mahestic four legged creatures so mighty.
Beautiful eyes and wagging tails.
Wet noses and furry toeses.
A beautiful four legged creature.
Some don't appreciate there beauty.
Some beat and even **** them.
***?!?
Sorry it's an emotional day.
Don't be mean to dogs!
******* if you ever hurt an animal!

A moment trapped in her words.
A moment she is all holding me to this earth.
So many places is rather be.
But decide to stay for her.
I could be lost in space.
Far away.
Instead I'm here wishing she'd text.
Wishing she'd answer my questions.
Wishing she'd love me for me.
She is the blur of tears in my eyes.
Grabbing my hand by surprise.

My eyes see pain in hers.
She's sad and I can't stand to see her this way.
Her hearts in pieces shattered day by day.
I'm sorry sweet girl.
Stay strong love.
I hope you know this is for you.
You will eventually find the one for you.
She or he will be loving and strong.
Making you happy when things go wrong.
They will hug you and everything will be okay.
The only person you want to stay. Sweet Emily,
I've been reading your poetry.
I'm sorry if I bother you.
Promise to stay strong for me.
You are absolutely amazing!
Someone will come along.
And then it will be easier for you to be strong.

No one knew what is was like being unloveable.
No one knew what it was like being untouchable.
Not literally untouchable.
Just on the inside so stuck in the past that you can't breath.
Half of my panic attacks excist because of the past.
Past events that are out of my control.
And so worried about the future that I begin to lose hold.
So out of reach an untouchable.
I keep myself away from others so as not to feel the pain I've enflicted upon myself.