I fell in love with your eyes
Those cool emeralds that seared my
Skin
Left me a trust
That melted my fragile heart

In time I know you'll hurt me

In time our betrayal will close us
Down
A place of despair
That even the devil himself would shy
A snigger

But for now
I still live in hope that
You
Love me
And
My emerald blue  
Eyes

There will come a time
when you are sick of trying
to understand my wrists
and my mind
and how I am more than one person
when I do this.
I know you will become sick
of saving me
and that you will regret knowing my mind.
You will not miss
my selfishness
or inconsideration when I do this
and you will not miss the 2am phone calls
that come with trying to love me.
You will hurt
when I push you away
and flinch at your touch
and you will hurt
when I isolate myself
and hate myself.
You will leave when I try to love you
and you will leave
when I lose it.
You will leave
and you will not come back--

*I am not worth the fight.

I fell in love
with the way your hand
wrapped around my waist when the crowds were violent;
this hand was not to ****** me
but to protect me--
to love me.

Tonight,
you said goodnight four times
and called me 'darling'.
If only I could walk upstairs
and find you there
to kiss and hold
and watch in gentle slumber.

I am in love
with the way your hands move;
how they caress
and trace
and adore.
I could fall asleep inside those hands,
keeping me safe until I wake up
to your wandering eyes.

Your eyes represent
the river of tears I have cried
knowing that I am alone
and that you are with her.
You've left me here,
drowning me in every breath you take.
I want to discover you,
consume you,
love you.

Just let me adore you.
*I just wanted to adore you.

I don't know how to turn you in to poetry anymore.
The words fall from my mind
without making sense...
nothing makes sense.
I don't know much but
I know that love and music
is universal
and that we are all one with nature.
And I know that I love you
more than I have loved anybody.
Somehow,
loving you made me learn to love myself
because the intensity of this feeling
is both beautiful and brutal
and to endure love is not shameful,
but respectable
and loving you makes me strong
not weak.
I can no longer be a ghost, love.
I can no longer be the enchantment that
haunts you.
I can no longer wish you were beside me.
I know you have wanted me, love
and I know it must have hurt
to resist.
I have to walk away now
and discover more boys with hypnotic eyes
and wounded hearts.
Remember to love her
and to show her that you deserved a second chance.
I don't want to be the reason
that she ends up broken again.
The pieces of me that you discovered
will love you infinitely.
Somehow,
you managed to fix me
by refusing to love me.

His silence discovered her, cutting in to her soul and revealing it to him. His ocean eyes
pull her towards him, begging for her lips, taste, touch. He found something
more in her. He was hers. She was his. But he kept his
distance, stopped his fingertips from touching her, tried to find a way of staring
at her without her noticing. Oh, but she always noticed, for she was staring, too.
Her heart craved him more than anything, he became a drug, a bittersweet
addiction filling her entire body. She needed those lips that felt
like ******, she wished he was a cigarette
so she could fill her lungs with him. His skin told a story
she'd never heard before, his voice was the record
she'd always listen to.

It was never enough for them. Despite the stolen touches in crowds,
or the bedroom eyes across the floor; they always needed more.
She wanted to kiss him more than she wanted her next breath.
He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted his last breath.
But they couldn't touch, for he was a coward
and she was a liar
and they didn't know how to love eachother
without breaking eachother's hearts.
So they kept their distance,
pretended that they were never meant,
pretending their heart's didn't ache
everytime they saw one another.
For the sake of pride,
they could not have eachother.
He was somebody elses
and she a wandering ghost
still drowning in his ocean eyes,
still lost in him.