i feel about you the way i feel when i wake up from a good dream:
it wasn't real, i just wanted it to be

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.

Do you miss him?
Yes
Do you love him?
With all my heart
Do want to be with him?
Sometimes
So you'll talk to him again?
No, never

To say whence it came
Black puddles mirrored the sky
Night brought heavy rain

Somewhere out there,
two souls waiting
for the kind of love
they deserve.

i gave my heart to a giant
who didn't understand,
what he had in his possession
his skin was thick
his words were harsh
he figured i could take it
oh, how he was mistaken
his insults crushed my skeleton
this giant loved computer games
he thought my heart,
was a joy stick
he thought i was simply pathetic
for not knowing how to play
i gave,
my heart to the giant
i swear i am not lying
when i say,
he threw that heart on the pavement
as i broke,
i heard him laughing.
i was mistaken,
for thinking that i could play games
with a giant.