Sometimes I feel like I have something missing, like a limb or a part of my heart - as dumb as this sounds.  Someone to balance me out. Not quite a soulmate, just ... another piece of my puzzle. To make me feel complete. I look at you and sometimes, I think, maybe you could be that piece. You make me forget about the bad things and that life ***** really bad sometimes. You help me get out of that dark place in my head that I love to climb into when **** goes wrong. I'm not sure I love you but you're very important to me and I don't know what I'll do when we inevitably stop speaking. A year, maybe, that we still have. Those future plans, I'm not sure they'll happen but I hold on to the dumb hope that they will. I'm not in love with you but you somehow have a small piece of my heart and sometimes you make me feel terrible and other times I want to give you all the other pieces.

I miss being a child
Ignorance is bliss
I've never heard anything truer.
The moment a child is told not to take candy from a stranger or to insert its fingers in the outlet, it is starting to face the horrors of the world. Rapists, murderers, terrorists and thieves; people the child is going to hopefully always evade and not face. And then said child turns into a adolescent. Makeup, tampons, BO and acne. You find out boys are pigs and girls are easy if you know your way with words. You feed off of everything you read and see - the media, parents, teachers, peers and strangers. From then on you have two choices: grow and fend for yourself or keep being a sheep and depending on people to make you feel like somebody. You can educate yourself about sexism, homophobia and islamophobia or call every Muslim "terrorist", say the n words and call people f*gs or *******. Speak up for yourself. Be independent, be your own person. Don't be afraid to look stupid. Research, listen, know your facts. Take very opportunity to travel. Expand your mind. And your heart. Speaking of, do not search for love, it will come. Do not forget to love yourself before loving anyone else. Wrap yourself is self-respect like a thick blanket in the middle of winter. Blow up your self-esteem. But stay humble. Do not brag in the faces of those who have less than you and do not envy those who have more than you. Strive to be as good. So yes, ignorance is bliss but is it really worth missing out on the knowledge?

I am bothered by the dumbest things and for that I am very sorry but you need to understand that I am so very easy to replace and that scares me

I'd drop everything for you would **** for you steal for you fly to the moon for you but every single time I reach for you
my fingers grasp thin air

I want to go home but I don't know where home is

you **** me
in the sweetest way

your lips are sugary venom
stealing my air
and your honeyed words are weapons
slicing my heart
slowly
surely
eventually
killing

you cannot save everybody, they said
or you'll end up morbidly sad
I replied,
maybe I like having holes
filled with numbness
in my chest
(where my love used to be)

limbs dipped in warm water
sun beating on our heads
turning our skin brown
but your smile is still brighter

soon, too soon
you have to leave
no more warm nights
wrapped in your arms

but you promised you'd call
the days will get cold & short
but our hot love will make it through
then the leaves started falling

pumpkin scents everywhere
hot chocolate, heavy sweaters
but nothing, I thought
could compete with your warmth

the season changed
but you promised you wouldn't
last time I talked to you?
when the sun couldn't warm me up more than you

but now
all I seek is
the sun's glory
because yours left me

Her
I'll change for you
I'll swing my hips,
paint my lips red
curl my hair and eyelashes
will you love me then?

Him*
I don't love her any more
she bats her eyelashes
pouts her lips
and wears tight pants
why'd she change?