I have written far too many
poems
for a boy who will never be
mine.
But oh, I will write so many more
if he was.

I write for me not for you, not for him, but for me - to feel well to be emotionally settled and let things out because once it's done on paper I feel like this weight of the world is off and I am free

My heart and my mind are waging a war.
But I know who will win.

I don't want to sleep alone
tonight.
I don't want to have dreams for two
in a bed with just
one.

Napping this
afternoon
with you
was adorable.
My darling,
let's do it again.
I want to hear your sleepy mumbles
and feel your body against mine.
You kept calling me yours.
"Mine".
I'll be yours. I'm already
yours.

I ****** up.
I just want you to make love with me.
I'll forget about her. I will.
I know you care
its just hard to believe that
someone like you could
care
about someone
like me.

Today
I am
angry
and selfish.