maybe there's a reason we don't see our own beauty. it's a strive towards selflessness. it'd be the cause of interference with our capability to see the rest of the world as beautiful as it is. with so many places to go & things to see we forget to notice the eternity within our own soul. we underestimate the scale of life itself. because without your individually unique ways we wouldn't go on to live in this incredulously magnificent world. an outcome of intelligence & stupidity.

being in love is a such a celestial feeling
you're on an emotional high off their passion
and their kisses are like a neverending acid trip

being in love is such a mysterious feeling
the normal routine of your body changes
you now move to the beat and rhythm of their existence
and their voice is enough to make you shiver uncontrollably

being in love is such a beautiful feeling
you can feel a flower blossoming in your heart
and it's like a light has been shone on your soul
and a whole new person has been born

but being in love is such a scary feeling
you start to forget all about yourself because all you feel is them
they can **** you with all their words
and the home you built in them can be destroyed

love is a kaleidoscope of emotions
don't ever fear it
because it's better to have lost love
than not to love at all

love is the most liberating feeling your body will ever come to experience. it’s beautiful on so many levels
scary, dangerous
but the rush is what we live for

You said you loved me but I don't think you know what that means

What kind of love would leave me on the ground in your tshirt with teary eyes?
What kind of love would listen to twenty seven (literally twenty seven) voicemails of me crying and begging you to reply and not respond to a single one?
What kind of love would kiss me today and leave me tomorrow?
What kind of love would listen to my past without the intention of being in future?
What kind of love would just let go?

You said forever but I don't think you know what that means

I'm fiery, impulsive.
I talk too much,
I think too much
and sometimes not at all.
I complain a lot,
and I cry and laugh,
I blab a lot,
overreact.
Hyperbolise,
and overanalyse
and take things wrong
and get offended,
I don't trust,
I hate, I love
with fiery passion,
I've hot blood.

The sea's not always calm,
please captain, take me,
I might be too much,
but try not to let me go.

It's been 494 days since you left.
Wow.
You would think I'd stop writing about you.
We were together 237 days.
It seems like nothing really....

And I've known him for 287 days.
And yes he makes me feel better but he doesn't love me the way you pretended to.

I want to need you
And I want to love you
But I also want you to feel the same.

The force that propels  lightening and hail to the ground is the same force that sends me crashing into your arms at the end of my thundering days

It is poetry
It is poetry of a love
A love desired
A love that was once

Now it is a love triangle
A triangle of love that cannot be
A triangle of love that once was all
Now that love is just words reaching
Reaching for what was, but cannot be

Should you read my the words
You will know it is I
For you knows my words
It is now just a triangle of love

For we both have moved on
Now it is a triangle of love,
memories, and desire
A triangle of love because we've  chosen different paths

Now they are words, poetry, of desire of what could have been
Now they are words from the heart

Love is so special and sometimes you don't realize it until it's to late
Now they are just words of poetry from the heart for you and all to read