The beauty of writing is that it's honest.
Even if it's fiction and all made up... It comes from a special part of you where you're letting out something real.

And even if you can never tell anyone how you really feel...it doesn't matter because who knows you better than you? Writing it down is acceptance that it's genuine.

Heart keeps racing
Feet keep pacing
Blood flows more swiftly
Tears fall more quickly

Thoughts of you fly at me like a dart

Is this what it feels like to die from a broken heart?

How did it feel ?
It hurt...

It hurt so much my heart broke
And my chest implode 
It hurt so bad it made me sick
Now I just want to sleep

It hurt like it never had
I know my words sound sad
It hurt because it was real
And at first that wasn't the deal

It hurt just to think of it
Even for a little bit
It hurt to know I was wrong
To think it would last long

It hurt 'cause it had to
I just need to go through
It hurt but one day it won't
Since someone will heal my wound

I'm thousands of feet in the air, and I'm focused on this single tear.

I wish my eyes could shower but I'm at a stand still going 400mph.

It's hard to feel these days when I long only for your touch, but I know that's asking for too much.

I'd always thought I knew myself quite well.

I knew my likes and dislikes and all my scars that have healed from the times I'd fell.

But you came along and quickly I learned that I had been wrong.

I thought I liked Van Gogh and violins but your smile was my favorite painting and your laugh was my favorite song.

Even if I've lost you, you've helped me to see...that I'm happy I found a part of you in me.

I long for those nights in which I absentmindedly fall asleep while praying.  Talking to god like hes my bestfriend.

In front of me, I see you
Behind me, you're there too
Next to me, is where you should be
But, my pride would rather be beside me