It's nights like these that everything reminds me of your brilliant face,
It's nights like these where I can't be bothered to do anything but think of you,
It's nights like these that every song reminds me of each memory we've ever made,
It's nights like these that I trace your name on my notebook instead of getting any studying done,
It's night's like these that I write countless poems about you.
I'm not a fool because I still think of you,
I'm a fool because I wonder if you still remember me.
It's nights like these that I count the stars and compare them to your eyes,
But none of them ever seem to shine quite as bright.
It's nights like these that my coffee can't seem to warm me up the way you once did,
It's nights like these that my mind wants to be set free,
But your memory is all I've got left of you.
It's nights like these I wish I could wonder,
But nothing I find is as astonishing as you are.
It's nights like these that I wish I could light up the sky so that the stars would spell your name,
It's nights like these that I wish I could be wherever you are,
It's nights like these that my mind visits the place I first caught myself gazing your way,
And it's nights like these I wish I had the chance to meet you again for the very first time
Just so I could be amazed by your enchanting ways the way I did that night,
And just so I could fall in love with you all over again.

I stayed up all night debating which color to paint your eyes,
I know the real ones are painted with nothing but lies,
But this is my own invention of the way they shinned when I first looked into them.
The rest of you was already painted in blue
And water colors to bring out your smile.
But the empty look that your lack of eye color created
Is the exact same way you look at me now,
Colorless and faded,
Just like your love for me.
Should I paint them red, the way my lips were the night you first kissed them
Or should I paint them black just the way you've left my mind?
The truth is, no matter how many times I paint your picture
I can never get it just right.

-E.R

I have glanced at your wrists
and wondered what put
you through that pain,
that you would
tear into those beautiful veins
with sharp edges
looking for answers
of why everything
was going downhill,
but we are that razor
we are what is tearing you apart
we are what pushes people to the edge

I could fall
In love with you a
Million times

Her eyes speak fear
But her words speak love and
Peace and happiness
*She just doesn't know where
She will find them.

There will be someone  
Willing
To
Save
You

Six minutes into midnight
and you're already fighting for dominance
The sheets aren't as clean and
the breeze whispers the words I can't

The proximity of our chests and
how far you've come is still unmistakably balanced
The soft hiss of your breath still resembles muffled screams—
noises beneath the stillness of your lungs

Six minutes into midnight
and there are untouched mountains outside our window.

Look where this got us,
Two years back.
We never really understood,
What we always had.
Coming and going.
Back and forth.
This relationship is over.
The partnership is gone.
Where did we go wrong?
Meeting two years back...