There are a few of us
Born every century
You read because you want it to validate you
We read because it actually is apart of our souls

We abhor the clichés
Of those who try to define us
By trying to be us

Don't stereotype us
We don't all love coffee
We aren't all obsessed with mountains and calligraphy
If you are like those tumblr posts
You are not us

We can't hear your overused quotes
Over the rustling of our pages
We can't hear the adults saying,
"They'll be the ones to change the world,"
Over the words becoming worlds inside our heads

Those books we treasure
Are our lifeline
Don't define us
We live and breathe
The secret air of another earth

Our eyes met in an open plane,
Your words still burned into my brain,
The lost of love, the pain of one,
You still have my heart, it can't be done,
I love your eyes as they sparkle through the night,
Shining that light that is oh so bright,
Those beautiful freckles as I kiss your lips,
The moment I knew I fell for this,
The love for you I try to endure,
But neglect is all that I receive from yours,
A year has passed as I still think of you,
My life should move on now but I still feel blue,
What must I do to revive your heart, from the love that has made you dark,
I must not expect you to change your ways,
So I say goodbye to those beautiful days,
Love must be grasped at a certain time, so I move on to another in the life of mines.

My eyes are  getting heavy as the nostalgia settles in
Nothing new, same routine
Images of you creeping beneath my skull
Memories invading my sanity
Hours pass by and I didn't even realize
Devoted to keeping "us" alive when I'm not even relevant and you still don't have a clue.

I'm waiting for the moment when your lips taste like sugar again
When the scabs on my lips heal
The ones you left when we were on fire

I'm waiting for the moment when you let me breathe again
When I hate you again
So much that I fall back in the flames

We shall not know the depth of love
Till we don’t give up our own definition
Love is much more than expectations
A timeless beauty
- it withstands every adversity
Love’s abode is the beautiful soul
Lose yourself in the depths
To navigate the path to eternal beauty

Sometimes after I've
Had a drink or two,
Or a few more,
I convince myself that I can
Find what I want
In the superficial distractions,
Building my ego in faked conversations,
Pretending to be the careless girl
I've never really been able to be,
But pass me one more beer
So I can text every other
Y-chromosome in my phone
And pretend the meaningless
Exchange of dialogue
Even minimally replaces the gross
Urge I repress
To send you the stifled sonnets
That lay dormant at the pit of
My suppression.