I found you quietly settled into my bones
an evangelical arthritis that cracked not only my structure but also my soul
and you slid down my spine for enjoyment
I found you clogging my veins after I told you to leave
flooding my lungs making it impossible to breathe
you shined with harsh lights that sting my eyes which had only known the dark
but the sting was unbearable

two people in love
as much as in hate
too proud to abandon this ship and save ourselves
we are falling like an airplane; plummeting through the sky
we have lost all hope
you can see it in our eyes
we ride this plane down
alternating between holding each other
and yelling from opposite ends of the plane
even as we are plummeting
we are torn apart
yet unable to let go
as the ground approaches now i desperately scream "save me! hold me close to you!"
so we can stand together
one last time
as defiance to the wreckage
but you stood there
watching me engulfed in flames

so when you asked to leave, i was relieved to be alone
i wasn't even hungry
and incase you wondering
it didn't take a pill to keep me sane
i have almost breathed deeper knowing that
you are on your own tonight
I didn't drive home in tears this time
when you said goodbye
instead i revved my god ****** engine
my heart is still beating
my ribs are not broken
my mind was never ruined
i am not brewing in darkness, wide eyed and hopeless
pleading to an omnipotent being
that 17 is just too young

You paused to look at me as if you were browsing a book shelf
and your fingers brushed ever so slightly across my skin
hesitating, lingering, at my spine.

Then you chose me
you laid me down and opened me up
it wasn’t easy because not many have read me before.

Your eyes looked me up and down, side to side
taking it all in,
engorging yourself.

You licked your fingers before you turned my pages
for a steadier and more meaningful grasp.
You said paper cuts were pretty
and that they were safe with you.

But then,
you read something you didn’t like
slammed the book shut
and shoved it back on the shelf.

I am a typical Aries,
Ruled by fire
Impulsive
Passionate
Excitable.

If you fall in love with me,
I will protect you
I will love you
Endlessly...
Unless I get bored.

I am an Aries
Take me as I am.

Capricorn is unsure of his place in the world
Virgo is a tease
Libra is world weary
Scorpio is barbed
Aries is a dreamer and an anarchist wishing for a world
of liberty and love
Leo is moody
Aqaurius looks on bemused seeing the world not as a rock
but as an oyster
Cancer likes ice cream
Gemini walks the streets at night at odds with the world
searching, searching for something missing
Sagittarius does too many drugs as does
Taurus who drinks excessively too but lives by the maxim
you’re a long time dead
Pisces practises Zen and just
Is.

I want someone who sees my freckles as galaxies
And my scars as stories.
Who tells me my eyes are beautiful
And that my crooked teeth are charming.
I need someone who makes me feel as happy
As I feel when I write poetry.
Who makes me realize that I don’t need a lover,
But sometimes it’s okay to want one.
Then I realize as I trace the freckles on my arm,
That I already see them as galaxies.
And I know the stories behind my scars.
My eyes are my favorite feature
And **** my crooked teeth are awesome.
I write poetry and it makes me happy,
So why do I want a person to share that with?
I have everything here,
I love myself more than anyone could ever love me.

That is all.
The title explains itself.
And if I could have back my wasted time,
I'd waste it on something else.

You are my rose
though there are millions of others
i happened to pick you on my stroll
i took you in
if i dont hold you right your thorns may hurt me
but all i must do is readjust
hold you tighter
hoping my grasp wont slip again