I can only imagine what it feels like to be loved by you.
What your lips feel like pressed against mine.
To feel my hand intertwined with yours,
When our eyes meet,  
And my heart stops,
Until next time, *my love

I woke up in a new chapter today
A new wind
From the north
Rolled in
Blowing my attempts to keep you at bay
And giving my heart away.

I know I should be scared
Cause I'd sworn off vulnerability
But the smoke smell off your jacket
That's laid on my bed since you lent it to me
Must be clouding up my senses
Cause I'm not considering running a possibility.
All I can think is "we" are a happily ever after opportunity.

I used to play this game with guys
Try and find their flaws
Cause then I could convince myself
The waters too high to cross.

Understand for me
This is new territory
I mean, you fell right out of my
Perfect love story.
I would swear off guys
Claiming I was looking for someone
like you
Never really thinking my standards
Would hold true
I shot for the impossible
Thinking no one would compare
I'd be alone and never hurt
Cause in love and war alls fair.

when you  came in and knocked me off my perfectly laid out plan
I braced to feel the floor on my back-
Instead I felt your hand.

So this message is to show you
All my walls are down
I've cleared the debris
For you and me
Building our little brick cottage
And white picket fence around.

You filled me with warmth,
wrapped me in you arms,
kissed me too hard,
loved me too deeply.
We laughed together,
the sweet bliss of ignorant love.
But it was not real.
We woke up empty handed and confused.
The love was a lie,
and the lie was a dream,
and the dream was lost.

**** it.
poetry isn't for you,
it isn't for anyone.
why show the world
your wounds?
keep it all wrapped up
under a knit blanket, i suppose.
fight your demons alone;
a war in your own mind.
don't let anyone see
the scars, not on your wrist,
but in your thoughts.
stay silent, stay quiet.
maybe you'll get through it.
hide it inside, hidden
by fake smiles and fake friends.
move on with your music
and a whole new reality.
the world is a dangerous place;
people don't understand
and people don't know.
don't show your marks,
pull down your sleeves.

no,
poetry isn't for anyone.