A dozen eyes are staring at me
I look around and my eyes meet my mine
I Tell myself
"I am the problem"

I read your poetry to understand
Other's  thoughts then myself.
How I hurt them and I can feel the pain I caused.
I Read your poetry because these thoughts are weary and tired and need to be met.
I Read your poetry because it better then mine because even though I think mine is good it is only because I understand the pain.
I Read your poetry because once and a while I will find another soul like mine.
And we meet in my mind.
I Read your poetry because I am listening' i hear you.
Because I feel you
DO YOU feel me?

It's getting cold and I know depression  waits for me...
This year I want it to Freeze.

It hurts just as much when you care for someone who  likes you alot
But your love feeling aren't the same
I can't stop thinking about you
And I don't think I ever will
The regret is painful that I'm losing someone i really do love and care for but
Not in the romantic way.
I think it because I know your soul and I know your struggling and I want to be the one there for you.
But I can't' I just can't
If you can't be my friend I don't know. If it harder for me to stay or go.
It all makes me sad.
Makes me want to cry and hug you.
And I try to convince myself I am strong on my own and it will all see through to you. But even though I can't talk to you I will always hope what best for you. Like I know what best for you but I don't know anything
You the one who is smart the one who deserves more because you know what you want.
I hate myself.
I hate myself for being so flawed so emotional I hate my self for not liking you more then a friend because our soul recognized eachother. I wish I could make you feel better but I think I just make everything worse.

Me, a simple girl
Her woah, is impeccable
Her smile is everlasting
Her love is like no other lover.
She laughs with the sun and naps with the trees.
Watching always waiting for a sign to arise from the dust.
Shes whole, she never alone.
And you just had a taste,but never her heart.
Her heart is gold and burns at the faint of touch.
She laughs at your ignorance
And crys for her soul.
Dreaming of a time, you could have known.
But one things she hates the most is time.
Labeling the past as though it gone, anticipating the future ,in hopes to plan the unknown
And watching the present slip away from her boney finger.
She wants quite, she closes her eyes and drifts away in the wind, melting in the sun, she goes deep into the ground,  cooling her tounge to the taste of freshly watered soil.
Muddy and bland, ***** and free.
Just like her.

Id like to start a fire in your heart.

When the windows break and the smoke in our souls is set free.

Well lose all senses,

Enter eternalness

and

Fall heart first into the universe

Finally,  we can breath.

Loving me, is like loving the dead
haunting and disconnected from the world
Silent,cold and baring all flaws......



Me loving you, is daunting
exploring uncharted waters, in hopes of
Finding thorns and watering 
Your flower of devotion.

The darkness comes in closer,
It whispers my name and blows up my skirt,
It tells me it loves me.