Just pack up all your feelings, emotions and memories in boxes and hand them out to strangers because it's better than giving them to him

Often I think of you,
maybe too much at times,
but you are a love I have never experienced,
even though I have never experienced love,
your snow white skin creates a vibrancy for your fragile blue eyes,
it always seems like you believe in me, even when I lack belief in myself,
your words are my wings when my day has hit rock bottom,
You have two years on me but I always feel like we were born to be,
or maybe we were all born to believe that love belongs to us,
and maybe that is my reason for thriving...You, but am I allowed to love you?
Love,
it bobbles in my hands when I try to use it,
it makes me wonder how can I love without knowing what love is or having anything to compare to it,
For the longest I believed that love was a feeling something you showed toward someone,
but maybe I'm mistaken,
maybe it's what I'm feeling now,
Weightless,
yet heavy with love to give away,
please,
just tell me it's hopeless now...Cassandra,

Do you really think because you think something,
it's true

I am sorry.

Three words that can help heal
Yet we often find it so hard to utter
Our pride gumming up our tongues
So they lay silent, our lips mute
I have never understood that difficulty
To take responsibility
Regardless the action
We are built to withstand pain
Not create it

Look around you.

Pain is an art form
One we have perfected
In what could be the sunset of our civilization
We are still as un-evolved emotionally
As our dawning
Such great pains are taken in the name of progress
Foul atrocities that stain our hands
When working together, as one heart
One whole
We could have sparkled bright in these last rays
Instead we are judge and executioner
With little thought to how we will look
When that sun rises again

she was as pale as they come
smooth and silky skin
white as fresh dripping paint
all he wanted to do
was take a gliding pen
and draw his story on her body
in the darkest of ink.

her eyes held rain and cloudy weather.
they stored lightning and harvested thunder.
they churned waves and teemed with froth.
they were as bright as who she was,
and she was as bright as what they were.
as they flickered over the clumps of warm masses,
he hoped with shaky breaths
that those eyes would land on him,
if only for a second.

your love for someone grows
without the need for nourishment