Seeing him everyday at school just isn't enough,
Not seeing his beautiful silhouette every second is rough.
It hurts to hear the bell cause it means i have to walk away,
But i try to make it, its just until the next day.
I still see him in my dreams, matter of fact every night,
But the fact hes still far out of my reach puts me in fright.

at this moment
i have so many emotions
am i sad?
am i happy?
am i jealous?
am i nervous?
am i insecure?
am i lonely?
am i intimidated?
w
   h
      y
why do i feel like this?
i have a loving family
a good amount of friends
why?
at this moment

Illuminating embers of the sun
Weave into the darkness of twilight,
Awakening a new realm.
Intertwined branches
Are mere shadows of our hands
That I raise above us to touch the fading clouds.
Wind’s curiosity is my lips upon your figure.
My goosebumps are thorns against your satin skin.
Your hot breath chases away
The crisp air from the earth of my
body.
Reality a blur; our surroundings as forgotten
as the kiss stains of my neck.
Head drops back, mouth drops open.
Intentions as clear as the stars above,
We hush the midnight silence.

i never knew missing someone could hurt this much, and i shouldn’t even miss you, since you’re still standing right in front of me. i just don’t want you to waste all the best of you in drama and i think it’s just that i miss the drama free-not infatuated with other girls-same old you and it ******* *****. that awful feeling in my stomach is the contradictory emptiness that i spill my ink to all the time, it’s so overwhelming that i want to reach down my throat and grab my small intestine so it will burst and hopefully engorge me with something more pleasant than complete destitution.

"It is just a stupid and suicidal world, Tumblr is."
No
     It
        Isn't
"All it does is provoke those negative feelings."
No
     It
        Doesn't
"What does it do for you? Obviously nothing good."*
Oh
    *But
         It
            Does
                  And
                 ­        You
                       Have
                    No
               *Idea
         How
   Much
It
     Has
          Saved
                *Me

Your name was Jamie, or Jenny.
I like Jenny better, so I’ll invent you.

You came for pills.
You said you were feeling worse
There were wrinkles on your face
You told us you stopped drinking in 08.

We asked you if you had support at home
You smiled, you said your mother
(she still calls you a pisshead)
-once a pisshead, always a pisshead, she says-
Do you have a husband? You do!
“He’s brilliant, he supports me…”

We know he was abusive
Obese and an alcoholic as well.
But you smiled, and nodded
And trembled in your seat.
And lied to us.
All we were trying to do was reinvent you.

I wrote a poem
And now I can't find it
My thoughts have disappeared
Why is that so startling?
They are still there
In my heart and in my mind
The words I wrote are still true
And I still abide by them

Sticky sickly goo lingers,
licks its fingers,
quickly questing for its thick fling;
Stinging clicks tick, mingling
with its linguistic nature -
schisms tingle and thicken.