Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

Dear Anonymous,
There is a slim to none chance that you will ever actually read this. This is simply a way for me to clear my head of all thoughts of you. Things I wish to say but never will.
I do not want to sound foolish but I almost believe that fate brought us together. I never would have thought that in my travels I would meet an incredible person such as yourself. Since the day I met you, I was drawn to you like moths to light. Besides the fact that you are quite handsome, you have a mind so beautiful and untamed. Although I know I did not love you in the fragment of time that we spent together,  I realized there are many things about you that I can recall I do love.
I love the way you spoke. I sat with you for hours and just listened while you spoke passionately about a time in history or a philosophy or  anything in between. With you, a conversation was never boring. I am still in awe as to how intelligent you are. I did not want to miss a word you said.
I love the way you made me feel. I remember how my stomach would turn upside down when I ran into you everyday on my walk to and from campus. I love the way my heart would race whenever a mischevious smirk appeared on your face.
I love how you let me be myself. You laughed at my dumb jokes but did not make me feel silly for them. I love the way you laughed. I loved when your lips crashed into mine and made my whole body feel like spaghetti. I love how your fingers felt wrapped around mine while we walked through the busy streets of the city. I love how you made me feel safe.
Most importantly of all, I love how you wanted me as much as I wanted you. Then before we knew it, we had to say goodbye. It was as if I was awakened from a long dream and returned to reality. You could say that what we had was contemporary. It occured in what was then the present, and too complex to be depict by others. Thank you for all the memories we've shared.
                                                            See you again someday,
                                                        ­                            Me.

She drifted through the night,
Feeling nothing and everything all at once.
The music beat deep in her core
Pulsing harder than her own soul.
Her skin was caressed,
Touched,
Tasted,
But she could only float.
She admired the strangeness of it all,
Arms stretched to the sky.
Her body twisted and shimmered
As she gave her all to the thought of flight.

I wish I knew how to
Tell you how I feel.
Whether it be
In person
Or through writing.
But instead when I'm around you
My thoughts get jumbled.
I become incapable of forming
Coherent sentences.
Maybe the best way for me to tell you
Is to not tell you at all,
But to show you
What you do to me.

How do I start
What do I say
To explain how you
Take my breath away?
Do I start with your smile?
The way it lights up your eyes
And how that alone turns stormy weather
Into clear blue skies.
I really love it when we talk
And you say always
I don't know why but hearing it
Always makes my day
Do I tell you how I love it,
The way you always seem to care
And how it feels like no matter what
You will be there
I love the way you see through me
And you don't let me be alone
But it's hard because I don't know what to do
Since loneliness is all I've ever known
I love how you don't believe me
When I say that I'm okay
And no matter how hard I push
You don't seem to stay away
You make me feel like I matter
And when I'm with you I can be me
You put up with my stubbornness
And all my insecurities
You remind me what butterflies feel like
And what it's like to believe
That maybe, just maybe
Fairytale can exist for a girl like me.

do not confuse comfort for love
do not mistake the way he makes your stomach twist, for butterflies.
you will learn three months down the line that there is a reason why you are never at ease when he is around.
do not lie to your friends about the way his words grab you by the throat
and stop you from breathing
this is not love.
do not make a home out of a boy who cannot be bothered to be there.
do not make homes out of people.
do not let him cheat you of time.
do not deceive yourself
and take his obsession for love.
do not say yes.
do not let him tear you apart
and mistake his company for building you back up,
if he really ever ******* cared, he wouldn't have done it to begin with.
he only calls you when he's high
and only cares when he has nothing left to lose
do not lose yourself loving him.

"The days your awake are the nights I’m a sleep.
Two different worlds with conversations I keep.
Best friends so we say at least for today
Hope the connection does not fade away.
We’re the same in some sorts and different in others,
some we have sisters some we have brothers.
So let this be a reminder that you make me happy,
on the days I feel sad and the days I feel yappy.
So Tomorrow we’ll talk,
and take pictures as we walk.
But all will be finished when Three strikes o’clock."