Blood flows blue under our skin
Take the needle, pierce my vein
Extract all the life you need from me
Put it to good use in someone else
God knows, I'm not worth it.

My poetry comes from emotions that you gave me.

Maybe they were exaggerated...

But they were always there.

Sorry.

14 Reasons Why I Love You
(in no particular order)

14. You make me laugh
13. You make me feel all gooey inside
12. The mustache wiggle
11. The poetry you write
10. Your contagious smile
09. Your laugh that brightens up my day
08. Your face - duh!
07. The little C:
06. You don't pretend to be something you're not
05. Your puns
04. Our little Skype dates
03. Our farm
02. You are beautiful, unparalleled, and unique
01. Because you make my heart beat

I crave your touch,
the soft graze of your
fingertips against
my hips

The warmth of
your breath tickling
the back of my
neck

The constant
thrumming of your
heart - reminding
me that you are
real

That I am not imagining things.

That I am not crazy,
I'm just crazy in love with you.

As long as you're sure
He's your Kristoff and not your Hans
Who am I to get in your way?

I'll be loyal
I am your Olaf.
Willing to disappear because
"Some people are worth melting for."

*Just as long as he's your Kristoff.

Congratulations on your new relationship with Haley!
We at Cupid's Love Factory hope you and her all the happiness in the world.

We should warn you, however, about possible faults and facts about Haley that you may find informative during the discourse of your relationship:

                     1) She has never had a relationship last over 3 weeks
                     2) She tends to become bored after a few days of making your        
                          relationship official
                     3) She tends to look back at past relationships and realize she
                          never wanted to be with the person in the first place
                     4) She might become distant, and slightly annoyed at times
            
* We hope none of this will effect your relationship, but if it does, We at Cupid's Love Factory would like to formally apologize for pairing you up with a dud. Also, if ever in the course of your relationship she has hurt you in anyway, she feels terrible about that. Most importantly know that **she loves you.

You place your hands gingerly on my stomach
Knowing I'll just slap them away,
Because I'm insecure.
But you always place them back there,
Saying "Why do you hate your stomach? You're not fat."
I mutter something inaudible.
"You're beautiful, stop that."
My forehead rests against yours as I pout
"You're beautiful, and you know that I mean it."

If I could kiss away your insecurities, I would.
I would kiss the deepest, darkest corners of your mind.

I'd kiss you
And kiss you

Kiss you until I mended your soul.
          *Kiss you until you became whole.

There was a man who traveled in time
Always seeking the love of a human,
That he was bound perpetually to lose.

He circled around the galaxies
Always putting the needs of others before his own.
He found purpose in protecting, even if he was the ultimate destroyer.

The grinding, moaning noise of his beloved spaceship
Is said to bring hope to the hopeless.
It does and it doesn't.

He is the enemy of many, but the hero of more
Bound to bring trouble,
When he knocks on your door.

I forgot what it felt like
that painful sting.

The one you get right after
gliding the blade against your skin.

It feels so cold, yet so relieving.
It feels so good...

*I feel guilty.

You left marks on me
Some were visible,
Some were not.

Some were shades of
Red, purple, blue and green.
Others were not.

Your lips constructed these
Marks of passion
Upon my porcelain skin.

When noticed,
My temperature rises,
I flush, I blush.
[Yet I wince when they're touched.]

There are these marks,
Invisible to the eye
But they cover every inch of my body.
[I smile because of these.]

Your fingerprints
Have danced
Along my body
Like a ballerina on a stage
Emitting waves of love
Into my bloodstream
Pumping through my veins
Causing my heart to beat only for your touch.

Passion leaves marks of red,
Love leaves my skin unblemished.

Red marks often hurt
Because passion never lasts.

Marks of love leave me
With life that ever-lasts.

My love for you is like the sea
[deep, endless, full of life]

I am the tide -
[vast, cool, constant]
- who washes up
multiple times a day,
just to kiss your face,
and wash away your sadness.

You are the sand
[warm, soft, unique]
I'm compelled to count
every rock, crystal, shell
that makes you, you.

Your beauty is unparalleled.
I understand why people like to keep you in a glass bottle.
[They're just envious.]

But your true form cannot be contained
by a little tiny glass.
That is where I come in:
to encompass you -
your splendor and your flaws -
selflessly.

I love you like the sea, babe.

standing outside your window
it's raining
my vision becomes blurry
******* raindrops in my eyes
i begin to shudder
and shake
rain trickles down my face
it's not raining
i'm crying.

I want to feel beautiful
I want to breathe in the dew drops of morning flowers
So I, myself, can bud.

I want to grow petals
Of the prettiest pastels
And have their beauty seep into my pores.

I want to sprout leaves
Of the greenest green
And take their strength and learn to support myself.

I want to soak in the sun
Strive of the rain
And emit not only oxygen into this world...
                                                        ­                     *but purpose

You know how when you were little,
Your mom would tell you to
Blow on your soup, let it cool -
But you didn't listen to her anyways?

And what happened?
Your tongue got burned,
But you didn't care because
The soup was just so good.

When you finished, you noticed
That your tongue began to throb,
Your tastebuds were exposed - raised and irritated.
It hurt.

Every time thereafter,
You ate your soup with caution
(You blew on it and let it cool)
Because you never wanted to feel that pain again.

That's kind of like love.
The first time, you fall too fast
Letting the passion burn through you
And when it ends, you swear to yourself:
You'll never let someone hurt you like that again.

But you still want soup, you still want love.
You crave the warmth and happiness it brings you.
So instead of giving up on it completely,
You approach it cautiously...
{You blow on it, and let it cool}

Could you be so oblivious
As to miss the sarcasm
seeping through my words?

I actually never really talked to you
but that didn't matter.

In no time,
I developed an enormous crush on you.

And I think you knew,
which made me embarrassed.

But you never made fun of me
which I appreciate.

I really loved our stolen glances
during band class.

And your smirks when you caught me
looking at your freckles...

But you're gone now.
and I wish more than anything that you were
here.

So I could tell you how much
each little freckle meant to me.
How much I loved it when you smiled,
when you threw your head back to laugh.

You were taken from everyone too early
and now I never get to tell you how I felt - how I feel.

In a week you're telling your parents
about exactly how much you love me
like a "marriage" type of love

And you're so excited to tell them
you want them to see eye to eye
you don't want a proposal to come as a surprise

But I'm so worried
that they won't like the idea
of losing their baby to a girl they hardly know

I feel like they'll tell you
you have "no idea what love is"
that you're "too young"

I don't want you to stop loving me
because of what your parents say
I don't want you to throw this all away

i want to cure  myself

                                    *but i want to cure others  (you)  *more.

I'm sorry for getting easily attached.
I'm just so desperate to find someone
Someone who will show me a bit of attention and love.

You just happened to come into my life
And I loved how you made me feel,
Like, yea, today might've ******, but at least I got to talk to you.

I'm sorry for being clingy
I'm just trying to be happy.
And I thought I could find that with you.

You were so close to me.
Just a fifty minute drive.

Thirty-two point nine miles
Separated your heart from mine.

That's just...
Two-hundred-and-ten-thousand,
Six-hundred-and-seventy-two­ feet
Which divided our heart beats.

That's just...
Three-thousand seconds
Of time, which kept me from you.

I'm so comfortable in your arms
Staring into your brown eyes
My hand brushing the stubble on your cheek
The warmth of our breaths intermingling and dancing around our faces
You smiling and me smiling back
"What?"
(I want to know your every thought)
"You're just so beautiful... And I'm so incredibly happy with you."
(I'm nothing special, but if you say so)
"I'm happy with you too, Kev... The happiest I've been in a while."
The sound of slow and steady breathing fills the air
Drifting off to sleep
. . .
"I love you, Haley."
. . .
My eyes flutter open at those words
I softly kiss your lips
"Not as much as I love you, Kevin."

Your heart beats ridiculously fast
When I rest my head against your chest.
Your hands are sweaty when they interlock with mine.
And may I say, it's the cutest thing in the world.

I am not good with words, I never have been.

I wish I could weave epic sagas of our love out of thin air, but I can't.

What I can do is kiss your lips so fiercely, and yet so softly, until they become numb with my love.

I can stare longingly into your eyes, my heart and soul pouring into you with every passing second.

I can trace my fingers along your skin, ever so delicately, tickling you like butterfly kisses.

I can ignite a fire within your bones...
Sparked by a tender kiss shared between our supple lips;
Fueled by a love almost too hot for our hearts to handle;
Burning so bright, that maybe, just maybe, it could bring hope to this dark world we live in.

I don't know if I can deal with this distance
I miss having you by my side
and for all the nights without you,
Just know that I have cried.

I wish that I could hold you

                                                    I wish my lungs could let me b r e a t h e

I wish I had just one more moment...
                                                       ­    *to count the freckles on your cheeks.

My head rested upon your chest
I sighed and asked what was to become of us
After graduation
After you go to Binghamton
And I go to Plattsburgh
After our love is separated by four hours.

You kissed my head and said
(Without missing a beat)
"I hope we'll still be together,
that distance won't ruin what we have,
because I mean it when I say I love you
and I will always want you in my life."

I'm so in love with you.

Speak to me
Build me up
Make me love you.

Then take that spark
Of hope you created in me
And rip it to shreds.

Stomp on my heart
**** my vibe
Make me want you even more.

You know how much
I love you
When you do that.

I have no right to tell you what to do
You're allowed to make your own decisions
Whether to live, or not.

I know that living doesn't make you happy
But I'm not sure that death will either
I just don't want you doing something you'll regret.

There are people who love you
People who will be crushed once you're gone
Torn to shreds by the memories of you and how you once were.

You need to love yourself, and I don't know if you do.

This battle that your being consumed by will not be gone
When you swallow a bottle of pills,
or slice your wrists,
or tie a noose around your neck.

Nothing about this act is beautiful
There is no romanticism in what you're thinking.

I wish it was easy.
That I could tell you to control your demons
And they'd be gone.

But it isn't.

I don't want to lose you in such a manner.
Especially, that I knew how bad things were
And I couldn't do anything to help.
My mind and heart are racing, in a perpetual whirlwind
Trying to think of the answer, the solution.
Something has to cure this disease.
There has to be something to save you.
Because I don't know how the world will function without you.

I'm tired of losing the people I love.

I wish my words could **** your demons.
I wish my voice was that of an angel, able to heal your wounds.
I wish my laugh could wash away your sad thoughts.
I wish my smile could brighten up your mind.

I wish I could kiss you into happiness.
But my lips cannot grant you the solace you desperately need.

*I wish I could fix you.

Thank you for letting me go, I can finally breathe.

I wish we had this earlier
This cute puppy dog love
I'm growing really attached
And we're not even together.

We're going to leave each other
In just a few months.
So why bother with labels
When we can just have fun?

Just because you found
a sad poem that I wrote
does not mean I am depressed.

You hold me in your arms
My head against your chest
Surrounded by the smell of you
I breathe it in
And
I'm home.

You kiss me like I'm an angel -
so gently as if not to break me, but yet so passionately as if to keep me from flying away.

And if you are looking up at the night sky,
Just know that we share the same stars,
And the distance between us, isn't truly that far.

I've never been one to feel particularly happy
And then here you come and change that.

I've never been so happy in my life
But I've never felt so sad.

Because if you leave now,
My heart would feel so dead.

I'm getting tired
of being your friend
All we do is make plans,
which you cancel.

I'm tired of you
choosing your boyfriend
over your best friend.

You wonder why
you don't know what's
happening in my life
and get mad at me for
not inviting you places.
(well, honey, you can blame yourself.)

Maybe I'm just tired, or maybe you and I have changed, maybe I've found better friends. Either way, I'm tired of being let down by you.

just go back to him

i know you want to

i know how you feel

and it's not fair for either of us.

When we had our arms wrapped around each other, and my head was on your chest, I had this moment where I thought ‘this couldn’t be real’ because you’re too sweet and how could someone like you like someone like me?

Well, if I ever wake up, you were the best dream I’ve ever had.