What do you see when you look at me?
The girl you used to love or the girl who broke your heart.

If I were in a room of all the people I have loved,
My heart would choose you.
But my head would choose another because I fear you no longer want me.

I tried so hard.
I could feel you slipping away but I couldn't catch you fast enough.
Night after night, your memory haunts me.
Im tired.
I'm tired of thinking because its only of you.
I'm tired of dreaming about something I can't have.
Don't you see what you've done to me?
I've hit rock bottom and
the saddest part is that I'm waiting for you to come pull me out...

Remember my name
When your lips are pressed against
Those that are not mine

I cannot seem to write how I feel.

How is it that I have such BIG feelings all of the time,

but I can't find a single word that describes them.

I find it hard to sleep at night without the comfort of a blanket.

     Without it, I will toss and turn.

Something about the way it makes my body feel.

      Vulnerable and completely exposed.

I have decided I feel the same way about sadness.

      Without it, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

Something about the way it makes my body feel.

       Scared and completely alone.

The hardest thing for me to admit is that I still love you.

don't look me in the eyes cause i'm not here
my body is a corpse but my ghost isn't far
dreaming of a life where we're all okay

Hold me a little longer.
Hold on until this all becomes a memory.
Hold me closer so I can memorize your scent.
Hold on before I before I struggle to remember your sweet voice.
Please just hold me a little longer,
I'm not ready to forget you.

If I could lay here
All my days and all my hours
Our love would never grow old

Let's watch a movie
Be sure to pick one that makes you feel alive as you watch it
The kind that makes you feel like your life could be bigger than it is
Afterwards, you find yourself wanting more,
Inspired to live.

And then let's hold on to that feeling as long as we can

With you
it’s like I’m doing everything for the first time

To me, poetry isn't just about rhyming, or haikus, or proper grammar or whatever rules you want to apply to it.
Poetry is expressing your feelings in however you feel fit.
Reread that.
Poetry is expressing your feelings.
Getting things off your chest.
So don't ever let someone tell you your poetry isn't good.
Because if it came from the heart,
it is more than amazing.

I am so grateful for getting the opportunity to know you.
Before you came along, I had convinced myself that I would never find someone who could be encouraging and kind and honest.
"You seem to flip my insecurities inside out like a shirt I’ve been wearing wrong this entire time. My clothing have finally become something I’m proud of."
So thank you for showing me that I deserve more than the bare minimum.

See ya later friend...

I am a lot.
I told you that when we first met.
I put a caution sign on my back and yet you still claimed to want me.
How do you feel now?
Now that you know it's not always sunshine and rainbows.
When I sleep for days on end and I can't even begin to tell you how I'm feeling.
I cry to you for help and yet your overwhelmed.
What did you expect?
How can I give you what you deserve when I barely love myself.
You say I'm not the victim but you don't live in my head.
Who are you to tell me how I'm feeling.

I know it's real when I look at you,
because you see right through me.

I wish he would talk to me.
And no I don't mean talk to me about the show we're watching or the next video game he want's to buy.
I want to hear about his biggest fears. Or the moment he was at his lowest.
I don't want to hear about the goofy late nights with his friends or the time his cat scratched the **** out of his hand.
I want to know about what goes on in his head throughout the day. Or late at night when he can't sleep.
I want to know if is inner world is as dark as mine.
I can't show him all of me if I can't see all of him.
I wan't to see HIM. Not the mask he puts on everyday for the world.

That is way more beautiful than any poem I will ever read.

I cried all the tears I had for you, and yet I still cry.
Somehow I still love you, but the only difference is that you make me weak.
Loving without having someone to love is impossible they say, but yet I still do it.
I look for that love in every man, but I don’t see you.
I go to sleep peaceful, but yet I still dream of you.

How is it that the thought of you outweighs the possibility of anything else?

It's not fair to him.

To let him love me when I don't fully love myself.

I hope you feel the pain as deeply as I do.

Wrong person, wrong time.
Worst kind of heartache.

I know deep down it will never work.
But we can play pretend for 10 more minutes? 10 more days?

Your silence is slowly killing all hope I have left...

I'm scared.
I'm scared that if I show you all of me, you'll leave.
You'll leave because I'm too much and overwhelming.
How am I supposed to open up?
Knowing there's a chance you'll get caught in the cross fire of my emotions like the others.
Yes I'm sensitive and clingy and I like to talk a lot and yes sometimes I may overreact.
But deep down, I have the biggest heart of anyone you or I will ever meet.
I live in this world where I feel alone.
And I have this belief that if I find the one who cares to listen,
I can show them who I really am and they can be apart of my beautifully chaotic inner world and I will never have to face those feelings alone again.
I want what people have in the movies.
A love that consumes me.
A love that sweeps me off my feet and cures all my problems.
But that isn't realistic.
Movies are a fantasy and this is reality.
And in reality,
I am sensitive and clingy and tend to overreact.
And chances are, you'll never meet the real me.
So I will write it all here.
Letting the strangers online read my inner thoughts because I am too scared to share them with you.
And if anyone bothers to take the time to read this,
thank you.

All I see is you.
You’re telling me your dreams and fears,
drawing me closer and closer.
Vulnerability fits you well.
I’m close enough to feel the draft of your desires down my neck.
Before I could speak a word I was drowning in your lips.
Honey. Your lips taste like honey.
Oh how I missed that taste.
The pressure of his lips against mine is extrao-
                                              
          ­                                    And suddenly I wake up yearning for more