The tears that fall down my face seem to be washed away by the waves
But no one notices
The color has disappeared from my eyes
What shall I do in a world so dark
The once bright world ripped right out from under me
For what?
Because someone forgot that there was still someone else left
Still someone else wading in the now still water
I can now say that it is quiet
I guess that this is what they call peace
I guess this is what I have been waiting for

I expected my first night at a college
to be like in the movies,
and to an extent it was.
Walking down streets on wet asphalt,
halloween night without a raincoat.
Half of my expectations
must have been coated
in a thick fog,
surprising me with consistent images
of you.
We snuck into the bathroom
of an unfamiliar apartment
just to manage one last kiss
before we sobered up.

The costumes would come off
and we would go back to pretending
you were just a friend.

The words I'd like to tell you...
All the things I'd like to say...
I've decided they're simple
Let me put it this way:
I love you
I'm sorry
I miss you
Don't hurt me

i've written hundreds of thousands of beautiful lines of poetry about you in my head but i'm never satisfied with what comes out of it. i suppose it all comes down to one sentence.

it's been three years and i still believe you're the one i am supposed to end up with.

save your love your for me
your mothers
your father
to the sons
to the daughters
our love is deeper than the oceans of waters
here's to our past lives

Drowning in the memories of you and I,
Oh how I wish I would’ve seen this coming.
Our downfall was bound to happen; it was inevitable.
I should have known you would be the one to steal my heart away, smash it into pieces and leave me bleeding on the bathroom floor.
I etched your name into my skin and screamed into the night,
as the blood dripping from my wrist washed all the pain away.
I drowned myself in ***** just to forget your name,
but it wasn’t enough to cure my ever aching heart.

The music is perfect
The air smells of synthetic raspberries
Could life be more sublime?

What are the sources of my happiness?
The things that genuinely provide me happiness are merely the necessities for all humanity
And the items consisting of my individual interests are the fringe to what makes me happy essentially

Nowadays I can find fondness in bad memories
I can find something spectacular in anything
Is this proclivity a blessing or a curse
Only the times I use it will tell.