I have no idea what tomorrow will bring,
but I know that I must tell you how I
feel before it's too late, before you
choose someone else without even
thinking of me in consideration.

I knew this fear had a reason for building
itself back up, I knew my nerves were not
for nothing, so now I must act, I must tell you.

There is no moment like the present, and
I cannot sit back and watch someone else
steal you away again. At least not without
you knowing what you mean to me.

I am scared. I am finally scared as hell.
This better be worth it. I don't want to
find the pain again. I don't want my
soul to escape me.

Warmth and light rushes
through me. I think you are near.
It is but the sun.

Through the fights,
and the rage,
and the love,
on each page
of our book,
when you give me that look,
the one that says it all,
it proves our passion,
who could resist,
just never give me that very last kiss,
your lips would be mine to forever miss.

What love is worth the time,
if there is no fight?

It's cold,
the blankets aren't enough.
You stir, your hand strokes
my arm.
Chills run through me,
I take you in my arms;
no intention of letting go.

I am completely in love
and I cannot get myself out of love.

It is like I am swimming in a pool of Jell-O,
floating, no effort,
but stuck, never moving,
forever and ever and ever.

I wish I could write forever,
I wish my thoughts
          never stopped thinking in rhymes,
          never stopped counting syllables,
          never stopped making metaphors.
I want to be the poem,
I want to be the art.

I miss you so much,
why is it so hard for me,
to just let you be?
I know you are struggling,
and that kills me because
I am being so selfish just to make
you see how much you mean to me.
Oh my god, you are so beautiful and
I guess that is all I have to say,
all I can say because you leave me
speechless, really.
And so for now I will just miss you and hope.

Now I know
I am not the only one
waiting for my current interest's lover to leave.

Your eyes scream 'help me'
so I come to you.

I give you my heart.
Here, take it. Rip it from it's
seams. Teach me to bleed.

If that's not enough,
sink your fingers deep within
pull apart sinews.

Are you satisfied?
No? Me neither. I want more.
I'm not yet hollow.

Drain this blood; warm, red,
from these small veins. Leave me cold.
For you, my soul, dear.

death would erase all the pain from my face
that is hidden under a mask by day
and revealed  in the mirror at night when i cry

I missed saying your
      name to you,
I missed how you say mine,
      always with such
            certainty,
you always take your time.

I missed the way you talk
      to me, your words,
they make me blind, so
      completely sure of
             yourself,
my darkness turns to light,
       now that you're back
             in my life.

I could write you day after day,
week after week,
month after month,
but nothing compares to the scent
of your skin when I am holding you
in my arms,
and a tiny envelope with words written
in my handwriting,
addressed to your house,
with your name scrolled on the top,
will never be enough for me,
because that is only a smile from your lips,
that touches your eyes,
and though I may send these letters to
you for that sole purpose,
I still do not get to see it happen,
and you are still not wrapped up in my arms.

Like always,
I think it's all in my head.
Why would this time be
any different than the others?

My ears are bleeding
in the best way possible.
My soul is flying.

You truly loved me
Everyone knew it was true
You can't deny it.

I knew it when you
Said my name. You knew it too.
You stopped saying it.

I knew it when you
Held my hand. You knew it too.
You let go of it.

I knew it when you
Pulled me close. You knew it too.
You pushed me away.

I knew it when you
Kissed me twice. You knew it too.
'It never happened.'

You were afraid, love.
I would have kept you safe, love.
You were all mine, love.

You truly loved me.
I truly love you. My heart
Is yours forever.

Fame? Who cares? Not me.
Fate? Maybe. Luck? No. But you,
You are wonderful.

I want to go home
but today home walked away.

He's staring at me with his little black eyes,
trying to see all that he can see.
Why can't we live in the same place,
you've given me love,
you've given me shelter,
you've fed me well,
why can't we be together?
Why am I blue when you are white,
you look like my mother her eyes were cold as ice.
Her eyes were cold as ice, but inside she had melted,
her warmth left me filled with hope when we were forcibly parted.
It is dark in this room but we sit and we stare we see each other,
looks don't matter,
so why can't we be together?

I reply to those eyes, "you and me, Little Blue, you and me forever."

Wrap your arms around me,
fill my body with warmth.

Galaxies float above me while
I dream of other lives.

The light is still on
so where are you now?

May the beauty of the Earth
remain in my eyes.

Honestly,
this feeling is so overwhelming.
I can do nothing to make this ache subside.
There is a hollow feeling within these bones,
and I know the only way to make it go is to be close to you.
We both know that is not possible, as you see me as a friend and I see you as a lover.

My bones shift under
your heavy gaze;
my heart stops.

i cannot see the stars in the city,
and it reminds me that like the stars,
you are also gone.

Gentle as the breeze,
thoughts of you run endlessly
through this troubled mind.

I am not quite sure
if my words reached your head,
as your hair is a mess of long, brown tangles.

I am not quite sure
if my worries reached your heart,
as your muscles are strong, protecting it.

I am not quite sure
if my love reached your soul,
as your warm eyes are fixated on another.

I am quite sure
your listening ears heard my voice,
as you kindly replied through closed teeth and biased tongue.

My eyes are heavy,
my breath is weak,
heartbeat slow,
slowly falling.