My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.

If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.

I want to be a writer -
and like a new poker player -
I'm starting to evaluate my cards.

I post on several poetry sites
I find syncing them kind of hard.

'Cause I'm the model of imperfection
heck, I'm the Edison of mistakes -
a teenager half-heartedly committed
to doing whatever it takes.

Does it help that I'm never happy?
That I constantly make updates?

At times I feel the proverbial cat
chasing its own tail -
but I think I'm making progress
- like a literary snail.

Your eyes as clear as summer skies
Can be clouded in an instant by a summer storm;
And yet-
I love them all the more.

Freckles dot your skin,
Emulating stars in the vast night sky,
And I know if I were to follow them
I would be guided home.

Your unruly hair blows wild in the wind stirred up around us,
And yet-
I feel not the slightest chill while wrapped up in your arms.

And if I were to be with you on the worst of days,
My heart would soar to know I had the privilege of seeing the parts of you that no one else cared to notice;

Because all of your pieces and parts may not be perfect,
And yet-
I wouldn't want you any other way.

I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.