She said to me "You're perfect",
and I want you to be mine."
But I felt I wasn't worthy
and to be perfect, Ill need time.

I knew it wouldn't be worth it,
It could be better if I tried,
then she got tired of waiting
and I watched my chance go by.

You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance

I fell for you
But you stood your ground

I chased after you
But you hid your feelings from me

I opened myself to you
But you shut me out

But the main difference
between you and I?

I'm still here for you
But you're already gone

~for all my new, young female friends here

Don't try to inhabit
your lover's heart.
It is occupied.

If you are truly smitten,
invite him into yours.

Let him rattle around,
poke and ****,
take some measurements.

Devour him
if you are fierce
enough and
so desire.

But then send him
on his way.

Remind him
your heart is not for sale.
You live there.

Keep your heart
for yourself.

Allow him his own.

Live nearby; visit often.

You will be
happier, truer,
and avoid needless
heartbreak.

And you will still
have yourself.
   ~mce

Love is a dangerous word.

You should not say it
without consideration.

It contains a promise
that must be kept.

Can you? Will you?
Do you want to?

Don't proclaim what
you cannot deliver.

At least two hearts
may be broken.

Wait for exactly the moment
you know for sure.

When you are certain,
don't say it at all.

Instead, yell it loudly
and linger to hear
its beautiful echoes
wash back over you,
your own voice clearer
than you have ever heard.

Love is a dangerous word.
   ~mce