you know just what to do
to make me feel so incredibly alone
you burrow deep into my heart
every nook and cranny is infatuated with thoughts of you

you tear me apart
you make me feel like a stranger
to myself

but how is it
after you destroy the bitter pieces of what's left of me,
and make my heart yearn for your ice cold eyes,

i can still love you just the same

d.l.b.

wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me
for then everything will be alright
no more worries
no more fear
no more cold and rainy days alone

come, and hold my hand
tell me i'm safe
sing me a song
a quiet, soft lullaby
no more bright and sunny days alone

come, and dance with me
make me smile
make me laugh
tell me stories to make me happy
no more days alone.

d.l.b.

how is it
those three words
can make someone's whole existence worthwhile,
while shattering another's heart

how is it
those three words
form protection, happiness, and serenity
but also pain, hurt, and despair

how it it
you love her while i love you

d.l.b.

my thoughtS are scattered
confused
i dOn't know what to think
i don't undeRstand
how the thought of me consumes youR mind
i'm sorry
mY thoughts are scattered
confused

d.l.b.

sometimes i pretend how life would be with you by my side.
no, not imagine.
pretend.
pretending is so much more valuable than imagining.
imagining can only take you so far.
pretending can take you anywhere
pretending is realer
and more fanciful.
imagining is cloudy
while pretending is crystal clear.
so no,
i don't imagine us side by side ready to take on the world.
i pretend.

d.l.b.

right now,
if someone were to ask me,
"what is he to you?"
i wouldn't know what to say.

because i don't know what you are to me.
and i feel us drifting apart every second.

but 4 months ago,
if someone were to ask me,
"what is he to you?"
i would know exactly what to say.

d.l.b.

i really think he likes me

happiness
joy
fulfillment
wonder
anxiety
despair

i really think he hates me*

d.l.b.

you are twinkling christmas lights over a snow-covered city.
you are the smell of the pavement right after it rains.
you are the silent hum of a hummingbird's wings.
you are the toothless grin of a month old baby.
you are the punchline to the funniest joke ever told.
you are the satisfaction of doing everything just right.
you are the shadow of an old church in the middle of summer.
you are the love letter a newlywed husband gives to his wife.
you are the crumpled pages of a book that has been read over and over again.
you are the cool breeze that blows through pretty girls' hair during the spring.
you are the ladybug that lands on the shoulder of a young boy.
you are the feeling one gets after they've had their first kiss.

you are everything that makes this world such a beautiful place.

d.l.b.

i think the reason i cry so easily
is because i don't have friends like you do.
i go to school every day
and i walk through the hallways alone.
i mean,
i guess i have some friends.
but nothing close to a best friend.
because that's you.
and i'm your best friend too.
but you have so many more.
and i think that's the reason i get so upset
when you tell me stories about them.
and i also cry
because i can't hug you like they can.
you're so many miles away
and my heart hurts so much.

d.l.b.

"who is prettier?"

i told you that it didn't matter.
i told you that you were beautiful.

"who is prettier?"

i told you that i wasn't answering.
i told you i don't believe it matters.

"who is prettier?"

i told you you weren't understanding.
i told you to please stop.

"i'm ugly."

no you're not.

"i'm fat."*

no you're not.

stop please.

d.l.b.

my name never sounded so good
until it came from your lips.
diana.
when you say it,
my heart soars.
and the caterpillars inside my stomach
turn into butterflies.

d.l.b.

my small little bedroom
had never been filled with so much joy.
it drifts through the air
and fills up my lungs.
it runs through my veins
and engulfs my soul.
my mind is filled with wonderful thoughts,
and my heart flutters at the sound of your voice.

d.l.b.