we so easily pluck weeds from the garden
because the look unruly and don’t go with the tulips
but in life
we don’t segregate the suicidal, emotional, and unstable
because they are that way
from the steady breathers
we are a world of dandelions
with a rare tulip

I should've told you
How much i loved you
But now its over
And  im crying
Every Night in my dreams
I dream of your face
The taste of your lips
The feel you give me
When you touch me
Now you are with her
And not with me
And the only thing i can do
Is stop thinking of you

I want to lay so close to you that the air I'm breathing in is the heat radiating off your skin

I don't want someone to own me, or vice versa
I just want to belong to each other