Your love is like a drug,
except I crave you so much more.
When your lips touch mine it makes me
feel like I'm floating on cloud nine,
unable to come down from
the sensational high.
When your laughter floods my ears, I can't get enough. I truly want more.
When I feel your fingertips softly graze my skin and your sweet scent dances
through my nose,
I'm suddenly wide awake craving you more than any other drug
on this planet.
It's amazing really, this thing you call love. It's more addicting than anything.
Maybe, that's why we can't help but turn to alcohol and drugs when we're heartbroken.

There we lay
watching the sky
turn a majestic shade
of pink and orange as
the sun slowly sets
The view is magnificent
but I'd still rather stare
at you and watch the glimpse
of happiness and content
in those aquamarine eyes of yours

She walks into school
      and it starts again
           the shaking,
               it rips through her like a wave
She hears the sound of the voices
      in the hallway
         yet she cant make out what they're saying
She thinks all eyes are on her,
     everything is just one big blur
She hears laughter and
     she automatically thinks its
        directed at her
She waits in the bathroom
     like she does every morning
        for the halls to be clear
She walks out
     and wipes away her tears

I want to drink away
the memory of you
but the alcohol running
down my throat doesn't
burn nearly as much
as the pain of my
heartache
the day I decided
to walk away

-H.H.

Here's to the nights
you lay wide awake at 2 a.m.
missing a certain someone so ******* much
that it feels like your heart
is pyshically about  to
burst out of your chest
Here's to the nights
that certain someone
lays there sound asleep at 2 a.m.
to consumed in their own dreams
and thoughts
to know just how much
they are being missed...

If you're anything like me
You wear this mask,
this mask of layers
To hide yourself
        your feelings
              your heart
It's like your own shell of safety,
you don't come out for many people
in fear of getting hurt yet again
But when you do,
everything changes. It's inevitable.
And it makes you want to just crawl
back inside and never open up again.

All of the memories came crashing
in like a wave
I reached my arms out to
         grab them
                 to catch them
                         and hold them close
but I ended up drowning...
              
                        -H.H.

I stood there,
getting lost in thought
as usual.  
The familiar sounds of
children's laughter mixed
with random conversation outside
dances through my ears,
I barely notice.
I gaze deeper into the abyss
of absolutely nothing
as my thoughts slowly
consume me one by one.
Each one completely different
than the last.  
"You okay over there?"
Sigh, back to reality...

- H.H.

The shadows in the dark
haunt me at night
Begging to come out and play
my mind racing,
hands shaking
Praying they'll go away
"Not again" I whisper
you'll never win again

The ink absorbs into the paper as my
thoughts become words,
my words become art,
my art becomes a story
and my story is no ordinary story.
No, it's much more than that. It's me.
So, read between the lines.

- H.H.

I find myself sitting on his porch
with a pipe in one hand and
cigarette in the other.
I stare into the night sky as the
blanket I have wrapped around me
soaks with the teardrops that have been
traveling down my cheek for the last 5 minutes.
What's there to say? I ask myself as the silence becomes almost deafening.
The crickets are chirping so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts.
Everything is numb.
He doesn't really care about you, I think to myself. He doesn't want you anymore.
The words rumble through my head like a terrible thunderstorm.
No, he's never actually said those words to me aloud. But, you know what they say, actions speak louder than words. And that my friend, is why I'm smoking myself into oblivion on his porch at 12:25 in the morning while he sits inside too consumed in his own mind to even fathom how I'm truly feeling in this very moment.

The truth is,
my heart still flutters with
just the sight of you.
The truth is,
every time the words "I love you"
threaten to escape my lips
the lump in my throat grows to
the size of a softball that I can't swallow.
The truth is,
I get a tingly feeling throughout my
whole body every time you surprise me
with the littlest things that I love dearly.
The truth is,
watching your chest rise and fall
with every breath you take
as your legs are intertwined
with mine makes everything worth it.
The truth is,
the sound of your raspy morning voice
whispering "good morning" to me
still gives me chills.
The truth is,
I guess I'm sort of in love with you
but since I could never say any of this
out loud,
this poem is for *you.

Just when I think everything is falling into place,
I sit down in the quietness
and my mind starts to race
The bad thoughts start to come again,
how much longer until they win?
I lay in bed
and constantly think
        would I be better off dead?
But then I see the light of day
and I know that I'll eventually be okay

Another sleepless night
I lie here with my mind racing
at 110 miles per hour
Thinking of all the "what if's..." in life
but the one that seemed
to stick out the most,
the one that played on a
continuous agonizing loop in my head was
"what if he actually loves me back?"