our time together today
makes me want
to write pretty poems
and sweet nothings,
doodle initials inside hearts
all over classwork
and notebook covers,
but I can't focus
cannot concentrate enough,
For every time you laughed today
every time you made me smile
every time I caught you staring
every. single. time
you touched me
runs and replays
through my mind
and blocks out
my concentration on anything else
but you,
but us...
-IrisMadden

I'm not expecting
anything, anything from you
no hearts or heavy breathing
no rage or anger seething
I'm only keeping
keeping track of
the pleasant days I see you
no butterflies and no I need you's
just air. the air i breath
and maybe right now
thats what I need

I do not
have to tell you
not to notice me.
Your eyes rest,
and then skim right by
...my features barely holding
a place in your mind.
Sometimes
I like it that way...
...but sometimes
I wish to have
some sort of...
relevance
in your life
in your hopes
in your dreams...
Sometimes
I wish
I wasn't so irrelevant
to you...
-IrisMaddenPoetry

I want to hold your attention
To keep you up at night
wondering about me
I want you to desire me
I want you to want me
I want to make you laugh
To make you ache
To steal your heart
To make you not want to let go
I want you to choose me
Choose  me.
Want me
I want to be good enough for anyone
I want to be better than enough
More than you ever hoped to have...
But I am not.
I never will be
anything more than boring
and ordinary
I hate me
I hate me
I hate me
For not being extraordinary to anyone
To you.
@IrisMaddenPoetry

We've been sad so long
that happiness scares us
We love to hate
We seek comfort in misery
We scream that the universe
does not want us happy
But we are glad
to be sad
Because joy is always so temporary
At least we can always count on misery
to be there
in the deepest corners
of our hearts.
-@IrisMaddenPoetry

So incredibly bored
So incredibly lonely
No one cares
No one listens
No one wants to
No one wants you
So incredibly empty
So incredibly tired
When will I find it
This doesn't seem worth it
This seems to end in pain
Maybe all this searching is in vain
Want to cry
Want to die
Want to live
Want to find you..
Maybe you don't exist
Maybe my everything in my heart
is a myth...
-Iris Madden