the word home
only exists within
the comforts of you
in my arms

some say that death is a fate
not worthy of even
the cruelest of killers
yet here I am
waiting for the sweet release of death
from this world
which has left me only
in pieces
and in pain

you say, 'be careful with yourself'
i feel my hands shake
and I reply, 'I don't know how'

to be in this moment forever,
with our legs intertwined,
our lips pressed together,
our hands everywhere and nowhere,
and my body on fire,
would surely be heaven itself

not even words can describe
the mess you make of me
with just one glance
one smile
one laugh

seeing you
is like watching
the sun rise;
painfully beautiful

I don't think my heart
know how to beat to
anything but
the sound your name

you were a dream turned
into the startling reality
that shattered my heart

for who could learn to
love something as broken
as me

if i said "i love you"
nearly as much
as i said "i'm sorry"
maybe we could've been something.

I wish we would go stargazing
so you could see constellations,
while I admire the one right next to me

you were a virus,
polluting my mind and veins,
and I'm the fool that trusted you
now I left digging deeper and deeper into my skin
just trying to get every single piece out of my system before it kills me

my mind is a jukebox
playing music on repeat
for an audience of one
and for free
some days it's a new song
other days it's a commercial jingle
but
most days it's your laugh

i hate that i can't control my emotions when it comes to you
i hate that the thought of you beings tears to my eyes
but still makes my heart beat faster
i hate that your smile makes everything else fade to gray
i hate that loving you is so much more painful than it should be

it's been months
and I'm still not sure
if you were worst thing or
the best thing
that ever happened to me

Breathing is hard
when you're drowning in your own sadness
and you were a life saver
keeping me afloat from the pain
but I guess you didn't care to pull me back to shore
and my I'm slowly losing my grip

Everyday feels like Halloween
when you wear the mask of happiness

They say you are not the sum of your mistakes
but how can that be true, darling,
if all I am is a mistake

I am no Edgar Allen Poe
or Robert Frost
I cannot spin my feelings
into a beautiful poetic symphony for you
I can only be honest and true to what I think
I have always thought you were the most beautiful one in any room

I thought we were written in the stars
When in reality,
We were just scrawled messily in a bathroom stall

I wonder if there are so little stars in the night sky,
Because they decided to live inside your shining eyes.

I want to say "I love you"
But I settle for "Goodnight and sweet dreams"
Because loving means falling
And I have a fear of heights.

My heart is empty.
It once thrived but once it's residents no longer needed it,
My heart became deserted.
A few scars and remembrances of a time long gone still remain.
You would not find a single soul though.

My heart was used for what it was worth
And then abandoned.

The fact of the matter is that
I love you in a way that
You do not.
I will sit here with my bouquet of roses
Waiting for you though,
Cause you still matter.

blunt: adjective
1.
(of a knife, pencil, etc.) having a worn-down edge or point; not sharp.
having a flat or rounded end.

2.
(of a person or remark) uncompromisingly forthright.
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Today, my mom called me blunt.
And I have to admit that it's true
My thoughts and words are blunt and can hit you like a rock

But,
I realized I am also blunt.
I was once quick and sharp,
Ready to take on the world and fight
Fight like hell
Yet now, I can't

My mind isn't as strong- willed as it used to be
My body isn't as tough as it used to be
They're tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Years of seeing horror and death,
You become used to it
Years of fighting,
You get too battered to stand up once more and fight.
I've become blunt and unbelievably tired.
Maybe.
I should...
Just....
Rest.........

I still mark your birthday on my calendars,
I just don't have the courage to say happy birthday to you.

I don't need you to love me for the rest of your life,
Just love me for the rest of mine.

I have nothing to say anymore.
I refuse to dwell on what could've happened
And what did happen.
But now I have nothing to look forward to.

My days have become a routine, a chore.
Most days I wish to do nothing more then just lay in bed and sulk.
The things I used to love to do,
No longer do so.

I'm tired.
A kind of tired that can't be fixed by sleep.

I should do my HW.
But you still haven't responded,
What if you do while I'm gone and I can't reply?
Then you'll think you aren't important enough to respond to.
I guess I can hold off on it for a little longer.
Looove meeeeeee.
Gawd I'm stupid for liking you.
But the way you laugh,
The way you talk,
The way you simply live.
(Dying whale noises)
God you're perfect in the most imperfect way.

I just thought of this and wanted to see where it can go. I know I don't have enough followers for this kinda thing but oh well I have 69 (Teehee). The topic is Paradise. Make your own paradise in the form of a poem. Whether your paradise is found within the smile of your crush or a world with no homework I don't care. You have all the power here.
Tag it #paradisechallenge and I'll be checking the tag occasionally to see if anyone even cares. That's all. (fades into darkness)

I destroy everything in my path
With only one weakness.

In your eyes, I see the luster of the stars
And the loneliness of the moon.

You are not mine,
But sometimes
I pretend
That you wish you were.

I create this idea
That you secretly
Want me.

And I often forget
It's just something
I've made up.

You do not want me,
And you are not mine.

None of the words seem right without you.

Where do I even start?
You were the apple of my eye.
You were the Maka to my Crona.
Or in the words on non-otakus:
You were the light in a tunnel of darkness.

We had so many good years.
You got me out of my shell.
You were the only one who could calm me down.


You know I didn't even know I loved you until it was too late.
I was away when they gave those letters out.
When I read mine that said I didn't get in, I shrugged it off.
When I heard you got in, I felt stabbed.
I almost cried.

All of a sudden, you were gone.
Some part of me thought I deserved it.
For not being smart enough,
For not being good enough,
For not being  enough

What happened after is history.
History I don't feel like sharing,
'Cause it's ours.

You were my first love really.
I don't think I'll ever get over you,
And I don't think I ever really want to.

I don't know how to stop writing about you
How to stop picturing myself with you
How to stop seeing you behind my eyelids
Each time I blink

Maybe you're in my bloodstream
Flowing to my heart, reminding it to beat,
But it is more likely you are simply
Each thought that I think

And I guess this is all there is
And maybe I'm out of luck

But in the words
Of the famous Kate Moss,
You're in my veins,
You ****

why won't they
leave me
alone?
don't they
realize i
have a
tinder heart
and a
paper body
and that
any spark
will turn me
straight to
ash?

you are not the first girl
that I have fallen for
and I know I'm not the first girl
that you'd ever choose.
you are not the first girl
to have led me to longing
but you could be the first girl
I don't manage to lose

the engine is revving
the headlights are beaming
and I find that I'm losing
my hold on the thread that binds us together
that ties me so tightly
that keeps me attached to
the things left unsaid.

When my blue mood threatens to turn black,
you will show up and tell me my moods are
                                                             ­       azure
                                                    ­               indigo
                                                          ­      cerulean
                                                  ­                  cobalt
                                        ­                    periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
                                              You bring the sun.