it comforts me knowing
that we share the same night sky

i've never understood
how someone could
miss the smell of my perfume,
the curls in my hair
crave the taste of my lips,
the touch of my skin
lie awake at night
unable to fall asleep without me in their arms
how someone
would know that i'm lactose intolerant
but that every saturday night,
i sneak off to the nearby icecream shop
and buy a chocolate cone with blueberry icecream
or that
whenever i writing poetry
i hate using capital "i"s
because i feel that makes me seem
too self important
how could someone bother to remember
all the little things i do
like hiding my face when i laugh
scrunching my nose when i write
and biting my bottom lip when i'm nervous
moreover,
how could they look at my
swollen lips
and then still dream of them at night?

i've spent my whole life
falling in love with the little things
like the freckle under your nose
& the way you look people in the eye when you speak to them
the way you always give up your seat when you see someone deserving
& the way you pronounce some words differently
(i really love how you say "hollow" and "obviously")
i've never found it odd how deeply i cherish these little things about you
i guess i just never thought
there'd be somebody
who'd fall in love
with me too

it was the first time i'd ever been in the passenger seat
with the music blaring next to me
your eyes never left the road
mine never left you
i felt that wind run through my hair
and a chill went down my spine
five years later, and we still have the same favorite songs
you sing the notes deeper than i do
but we have a broken sort of melody going
you're driving eighty miles an hour on a road
crowded with people; not fit for drivers like you
but i wasn't afraid for my life
i look over and smile-
if we die right now, i wouldn't mind
you say,
if we die right now, i'd be more than just fine
and we know it's true
five years later
and i still love you.

when people ask you what your favorite color is it pains me to hear you say blue because you’d always told me there was no prettier color than the hazel-green of my eyes in the midday sunlight and what hurts more is that when you’re asked what kind of girl you see yourself falling in love with you don’t automatically respond by saying I am in love or I used to be in love but rather go on to describe exactly what I’m not and what I never was and it makes me question whether you were lying to me all along because I’m pretty sure I don’t have velvet hair or skinny arms I’m pretty sure I don’t have a lovely laugh or a freckled nose or any of the features you described as perfect I’m not quiet and I’m not funny I get sad a lot and I like long conversations about little things and I thought you did too but now you claim to hate everything I am and everything I love
how do you think I feel knowing that all your words were fake and all your conversations with me meaningless it hurts I swear to God it cuts me like a knife dipped in salt and vinegar and I don’t know how someone ever gets up after being pushed down so hard you make me feel like a fool who was played and who fell for the same dumb stories and the same dumb excuses over and over again but don’t you remember the way we laughed all night and the way we kissed in the middle of the street don’t you remember the way we swore we’d never let go when we sat on the top of the ferris wheel and the way I told you I’d follow you to the ends of the world don’t you remember the time we rolled down the highest hill and when we reached the bottom you picked the grass from my hair and put it above your lip like a mustache and I couldn’t stop laughing so you tickled me until I begged please stop please I’ll do anything
it’s hard to believe you’re the same person and it’s hard to believe that your sincerity was never there you’re such a good liar oh Lord you’re such a beautiful liar but please stop please I’ll do anything please stop declaring your love for fair girls with tumbling locks of fire kissed hair because i will never be that way and I never was that way and I don’t know if there’s a cure for heartbreak but even if there was I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work on me anyway so please stop torturing me more than you need to I’m done I’m so done just let me go

i always thought stars were meant to be
the biggest and the brightest
but my eyes have opened and i'm seeing now
all sorts of new shapes and sizes
the round ones and the tall ones
the ones with color and those who are pale
stars seem to be around me
stars seem to be everywhere
the night sky it covers up
the stars that hide in the corners
but every now and then their light shines through
and shine the way for you
millions of miles their twinkles fly
through and through the darkest sky
they find a little place in your heart
and remind you of all the little stars
lurking in the shadows
making their own little life
they're no less than the others,
they've got their own shine
they dance and they play
and they cherish the day
they learn and they grow,
always eager to know
the star isn't determined by how big it's size
the star isn't limited to the twinkle in it's eyes

a star is a star
no matter how tiny
a star is a star
no matter how shiny
a star is a star
because it believes
a star is a star
because it tries to succeed
in its own simple way
making a difference
one moment; then the next
*you are a star
don't you forget

young love is too often undermined and discredited
labeled as “silly” or seen as a waste of time
we pay it no heed; calling it a temporary foolishness
they say we cannot fall in love when we are 16
for we have not yet seen the world or faced its worries
and our heart knows nothing of love or of loss
we are too young, they say over and over again,
we are too young to understand what love is and what love brings
we are too young to know what love stands for
or fathom the pain of lost love and a broken heart
we are too young

no

for centuries now, youthful hearts have been termed incapable of truly comprehending the essence of love
more so, they have been termed inept to ever facing true heartbreak
when the tears of mascara flow down their pink, girlish cheeks
they say
you are too young and this is not real
you do not know what love is and you will grow to understand
one day when you face real heartbreak you will think of all this as silly
you will not remember and you will laugh
cry not; for you have not truly loved nor lost

but

how many of us forget the first sleepless night we stayed up waiting for the call that wasn’t coming
how many of us forget the first time we saw them in someone else’s arms
how many of us forget the first time our heart shattered because of the utterance of a single word
“goodbye”
how many of us forget the silence which was all too loud
the tears
or the cold nights
the feeling of having your world crash and burn before your very own eyes
the vulnerability, the helplessness, knowing your heart is in another’s hands
and you can do nothing about it
tell me; how many of us forget?

cradled in your mother’s arms crying the night away
tearing at your skin, wishing his touch had not stained you
your father pacing up and down the hallway
what has happened to my little girl?
on the phone for hours
crying, yelling, whispering; losing your mind
piece by piece everything falling apart
why does it hurt so much
why does it not end?
have you forgotten? have you forgotten your first heartbreak?

no

young love may be amateur
but it is not false
so vulnerable and so ready to jump into a new life
so willing to give up everything and try to make it work
rushing into it so fast and falling into his arms
ready to give her your heart, your soul, your life
our hearts still untouched by barb wires and guard towers

our first kisses are the most memorable
we can still hear the first song we danced to in our heads
memories of us pop in to say hello every now and then
your first is always your most significant
your first is the one that never leaves you alone
you can forgive, you can accept, you can move on
you cannot disremember

young love-
the very purest
young heartbreak-
the very worst

genuine
vulnerable
& true

I can see my future
you can see my past
you’re giving me the answers
I’m falling fast
window to the soul
gateway to my world
I’m losing myself
you can see for yourself
my walls are tearing down
my heads spinning round
your gaze is strong
you can do no wrong
see my every sin
see where I’ve been
I can’t hide now
I don’t know how
you asked me who I was
but this stare is enough
for you to know who I am
& who I was
for you to know
that I am in love