Love is special
Love is fine.
It sends warm shimmers
Down my spine.

His touch is like
Caressing fire.
His smile can make me
Feel desire.

His eyes are kind,
His arms are strong,
I've found the place
Where I belong.

It’s been a while,
since I’ve felt this way.
It feels like I could write an entire novel about you,
but only one sentence keeps repeating:
I can’t sleep at night.


Has anyone ever made you feel
like your entire world is crashing around you?
Suddenly I’m realizing how big the world is,
and how far away you are.


And I wish I could write poems
about how one day
I’ll be able to hold your hand
forever.



But instead all I can write about is how
you make me so happy that I hate myself
for falling for you.

Do you ever feel like the universe is mocking you?
Playing a cruel joke?
Because he’s the only one who makes you believe…
…Believe in anything and everything, and sometimes nothing at all.
And all you want to do is find him, hold his hand.
Because he says you’re beautiful, and you actually start to see it.
You thought you were doomed, but he proves you wrong.
Or right.
I’m still not sure.
And he’s so far away.

I would give up sleeping,
my favorite thing to do,
if it meant I got to spend
every waking minute
with you.

"I've finally found that life goes on without you
and my world still turns when you're not around."*
It has been 7 days without your presence.
In these
168 hours,
10,080 minutes,
604,800 seconds,
I have learned how to define myself without you around.
I have come to find that I can enjoy my days
without needing you to fill my skies with sunshine  
and
I can be proud of myself
without feeling that I need your permission.
I use to believe that no one could hold a candle to you,
but I have realized that your flame was just too big.
You shined so bright, my dear,
and you took up my whole entire world.
I was so blinded before,
but the wind has come
and that candle is no longer lit
and I have found myself in the darkness.

Going back to the stress
and every single mess
that I have created in my life.

stop enjoying the beautiful things other people make.

start making the beautiful things other people enjoy.

You’re like that cup of coffee,
At six in the morning,
Before a long day begins.
You keep me going,
For a few hours,
And then at night,
I crash.

When I look at you,
I think how lucky I am to have you,
When I look at you,
I think you're perfect,
When I look at you,
I see a piece of heaven,
looking at me too

It would be so out of character
To treat people how they treat me


But oh how sweet
Revenge could be