The stars used to shine brighter when I was with him.
Every time he spoke,
the world seemed to slow to a halt.
I remember as if it were yesterday,
falling asleep on his chest,
watching reruns of Fresh Prince.
I remember walking down the street
by the side of my house,
holding your hand as we talked about our future.
I also remember how I felt
when you told me you didn’t want me.
I remember how I stumbled backward
away from you when you told me
I had too many issues.
Has your heart ever hurt so much, you felt physical pain?
Every time I think of your arms wrapped around my waist,
I am submerged with this overwhelming feeling of guilt.
Like I was the cause of our downfall.
Now,
of course I realize I was.
Now I choose to stand on the opposite side of the wall.
Away from everyone,
so I can’t get hurt.
Again.
I do not like love.  
Yes, it’s a beautiful thing,
but it hurts too badly when it goes wrong.

There is girl
who is as beautiful as the sun
has hair the color of autumn
her skin ever so flawless as it was.
Today someone called her a name
I won't even say,
because it's that bad.
She crys her heart out
on the bathroom floor
and I want to comfort her
and tell that she was beautiful
I want to tell her
that I have spent an eternity
praying that she would notice me
but that would have made it obvious I was staring.
You're not supposed to look at girls that way
but I can't help it
because those eyes are the only thing I want see
before I close my eyes to dream of her waking up beside me
Those lips are the only ones I want to be kissing at 2 am
and its storming outside
and she has to cuddle closer to me because she's scared
Those arms I want wrapped around my neck
as I carry her over the bed we share
to make her squirm under my touch
because ******* I love her
She is my everything
but I will never ******* have her
because she insist of dressing her best
to impress the guys
when they will never appreciate her the way that I do
They will never look at her the way that I do  
and as silly as I may sound
I hate her in all that she is
but she is my everything
and I ******* love her.

I cannot say you are beautiful.
I cannot compare your eyes
to stardust or nebulae
or say your voice is as soft and delicate
as lace.
Although you are my whole universe,
you are not my whole universe
and saying so would be an insult to space.
People are not the beautiful.
Neither inside or out.
You are not a complex planet
or a system of stars.
You are human.
You are broken.
You are messed up.
Just like me.
I am messed up and broken.
We are all messed up.
We made a mess of ourselves to
show people we were civilized
and no matter how enticing that sounds, they are nothing but brittle lies
that crumble in the hands of truth.
There is no galaxy in your eyes.
I cannot say you’re beautiful,
so I don’t even try.
I cannot express enough of myself
to convince you how real this is,
how deep I feel.
This is the most I can give you,
a sad little poem.
It’s all I have and I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry I write poetry in part to
make me feel more deserving of you.
Like the longer you spend on the tip of pen, the more qualified I am to be with you.
I’m sorry I write poetry in part to hurt you and I wonder if you wonder
who it’s about
but lately,
I’ve started to realize that everything around me,
reminds me of you.
Your wavy brown hair pulled back
In a perfect ponytail,
you’re gorgeous green eyes,
so curious for the things of the world,
how you always twist the silver band on your ******* when you’re nervous,
how your brows furrow together
when you frustrated,
or how you smiled for everyone
even if you didn’t want to.
I cannot say you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite because you’re not.
As much as I want to believe you hold
the universe in your eyes,
or that your hair is angry ocean waves,
or that your voice is silky flowery lace but it isn’t.
It won’t ever be because we’re only human and that’s all we can be.

He felt the scars up and down her arm
with the tip of his index finger.
Tracing ever indentation that was left by a blade.
“Why did you do it?”
he asked.
She sighed and answered
“Because I had to.”
His brows furrowed not understanding
how she possibly had to do this to herself.
“I did it to control the pain.”
He trailed kisses from her wrist up to her neck,
“I still love you,”
he said enclosing her in his arms.