Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking about things,
Nothing specific,
But everything all at once
And I wonder if you
Ever do the same.
Not necessarily if
You think about me,
But if you find yourself
Spending hours just sitting there,
Or perhaps laying there,
Thinking.
And maybe I cross your mind
Every once in a while,
Or maybe I don't,
But if I did;
I'd sure hope so,
I wonder what about me
You're thinking of.
The way we used to be best friends,
Or how we started to
Fall for each other
All those years ago.
Maybe you think about
The way I used to kiss you,
Or how I breathe in deeply
Just before I begin to cry.
Do you ever think about
The way we used to cuddle,
Or watch movies--
Though they are one in the same.
I used to think we were
One in the same,
But I guess now we are both
Our own "one".
So yes, I wonder if you think of me,
Because I think of you,
But I don't just think of all the people I know,
I think about the way you looked at me
Before every kiss,
The way you held my hand,
Even though your arms were too long
And mine too short, so we had to walk
Kinda funny to make it work,
But we did, because we cared.
I think about the way you smelled,
The messy, neatness of your hair,
How your boxers used to stick out of the top
Of your shorts about 2 inches.
I think about your favorite brown belt,
And your lunch box and backpack.
The way you used to look at me,
And the feeling I got in my stomach
After every glance from you.
So tell me,
Do you ever think of things like that?

How would you like to be reminded
Of the worst time in your life
Every time you looked in the mirror?
How would you like to spend
Every single night
Shaking in fear?
What if you dreamed of that time
Or of your fears,
How do you think you would feel then?
Every time I look at myself,
I am reminded of the most
Painful moment in my life.
Can you even imagine what it must be like for me?
Probably not.

A text message that reads,
"I need you. Please help me."
Sends you back to me
Quicker than anything.
This isn't a love poem about
How I lost the love of my life,
Begged for them back and
They came back to me.
This is about a friend.
Someone who cares about me,
And puts me before them self.
This is about a best friend.
I try to blink away tears,
But they keep rolling down my face.
You call me in an instant,
As soon as you get my text,
I'm balling, trying to hold myself back
And you, in an eleven minute and twenty three second conversation,
Talk me out of what could have been.
From the darkest places I have been,
I would like to thank you
From the bottom of my heart,
Because if it weren't for you,
I wouldn't be alive today,
To write this.

My one and only
Is your **** buddy
The imaginary relationship
Ive lived with him is
Irreplaceable
But for you,
He's just a *** toy.
I wonder if he knows it,
Or if he has feelings for you,
Who knows or cares,
Not her; but me, I do.

Is anyone out there?
Does anyone care?
I may have lost my best friend,
Now my heart feels bare.
For years we were inseparable,
But that is no longer true,
Something stupid has separated us,
And now I'm feeling blue.
A bond so strong,
We could tear any army down,
Now so weak,
And I am the one on the ground.
I'm trying to reach you,
But you keep walking away,
You've left me on the ground;
Won't you please stay?
Come back for me,
Please, I'll do anything I can,
To make it up to you,
Please understand.

Here's to the teenagers that congregate in sketchy places,
Tell their parents they are "at a friend's",
Get wasted on cheap liquor that they probably got from a homeless man,
And get high on every drug in their disposal.
Here's to the rebels that need to break free from rules,
That need an escape from reality,
Or that just want to forget some things,
Maybe not even forever, but for right now.
Here's to the generation of thots, sloots, and ******,
Those who think they're looking for a good time,
Or the ones who have yet to experience this,
Lying so much - you live two lives.
Here's to the youth of now,
Whether you're 16 or 20,
You probably are in this rebellious phase,
Or you will be soon.
Here's to you.

This society disgusts me.
It's not just the one I live in,
But the entirety of the world.
Not to blow things out of proportion
But really, we're all just dramatic,
Attention ******, that need a reason to stand out.
People claiming they have a disorder
As severe as depression to spark interest.
Not to be an insensitive, *****, but
"Sorry you went through a break up; get over it".
Don't get me wrong, it's not okay to just tell people to
"**** it up", but I first hand know how they feel.
Time will mend your "broken heart",
It's not even broken, just slightly scratched.
So grow up, and get over yourself,
You're not that cool, and you don't stand out,
Oh yeah, except as a stuck up, conceited, *****.