Sometimes I feel a little too happy
A little too intense
For no particular reason at all
And it scares me
Because I feel like I might explode
That the blood pumping through my heart is building pressure
And I know it is unsustainable
I know that I am burning a little too bright
And I am scared that the world will catch on fire
Or that something will happen to extinguish my light

I have never spoken to you
I don’t know your dreams
I don’t know your family
I don’t even know your name
But I can tell by just looking at you
That you are meant for me
It’s the way you move
And the way you smile
And how the bell on your bike
Illustrates your goofiness
And uniqueness
And I know this is silly and shallow
But I have fallen for the way you shine
And as I watch you I can’t help
But see our whole love story
*Unfold

All I want
is to be whoever it is you see
when you look at me

But that is a person who will die in process
Because if I use you to become the me I want to be
I won't

I will become someone shallow and twisted
I will need a new name
Whoever I become I won't ever be the same

I wish I could password protect my face, so you would have no idea what’s going on in my head.

"only you"
You said
And I fell like a fool

I do not
Have enough
Energy
To keep
Loving
You

Walk with me under the dead trees
Tell me secrets that are lies
Let the shadows tattoo my skin
Look me in the eye as tears run a marathon down your face
Unlock the doors to your heart and mind
and  
**let me in

My heart used to be whole
But then I met you

You brought a shovel
And buried yourself deep down

You made yourself a home
Decorated it with your favourite pictures

And then you left
Leaving the door open
Letting in a storm

And now there are weeds growing from the floor

Why did you start becoming interesting the moment you stopped being interested?

You’re a **** every day
But I fell for you anyway
You insult me like you’re trying to win a prize
I write poems about your eyes
You said:" I hate you"
I want to date you
What's wrong with me?

This is a piece of my inner core
Please take it, please like it
And I’ll give you more

Shouldn't someone be steering this canoe?
I am flailing in the water
tangled up in the stream

Where the hell is the captain?
I yell and I scream
Before realizing the inevitable
the captain
is me

I don’t know what has happened to me
I am not the person I became last year
I am not the person I was when I became me
How could I lose myself so fast?
I barely had time to open my eyes
Before I was gone
What happened to the me I had become?

When I saw the new layout of hello poetry
My heart sank
They had ruined the home of my broken soul
Torn out the pages of my dear old diary
And sprinkled it like snow
In a sea of useless functions

Will we know,
When we say goodbye,
That it is goodbye?
Or will it be just like any other day
Saying goodbye
Thinking I know
That I will see your face again
When I won’t
When I’ll never hear your voice again
And you’ll never hear mine
Will we know
When everything we are stops existing?
Will we know?

On the day of the first snow
I say farewell
Waving goodbye to the autumn
I welcome the cold
The muted colors
And the sad beauty of everything
That is dying

The withdrawal is killing me
My cells are longing for the warmth of your body
For the feel of your skin on mine
For the vision of you to be on my corneas
My hands are itching to hold yours
My heart feels like it’s caving in upon itself
I can’t breathe
I need to be near you
I need to feel you
I need you
The withdrawal is killing me

Words
Have
So much power
You should need
A license
To use them

Hair caught in mouth
Shouldn’t be what love’s about
Staring at the yellow sky
Every time I realize you don’t love me I want to cry
Wishing I was dead
Grabbing a blanket
Going to bed

I fed my heart to you
Dipped in chocolate and with a silver spoon
And when you threw it back up
I was ready to leave
To take the pieces and just go

But you pulled me back in
Secured me with a rope
And somehow I got the blame
for staying and holding on

I still have the rope marks across my bones
Even thought they are fading just a little every day

I have wasted a library on you
.
.
.
.
.
Too bad you're illiterate

If I was a tree
You were the sun
And now that you are gone
I am dying