Would you hate me?
Because I think you would.
Can I trust you enough,
With something so important to me?
You would leave me,
You would treat me different,
Everything would change...
But I'm telling you anyways,
I'm gay.

it's midnight, and i'm all alone
usually i'm fine being on my own
but thoughts of you seem to plague my mind
memories from before you are hard to find
because you have completely enraptured my brain
how is it that you are cause of my joy and the cause of my pain?

it's 1 am, and i'm by myself
i think that i was injured when i fell
i fell for you, and all your glory
won't you please tell me one last story?
just one more word before i drive myself mad
how is it that you can make me both happy and sad?

it's two am, and i'm terrified
your image has unleashed the demon inside
i know you don't love me, but neither do i
all of my unrequited feelings make me want to die
and my love for you has gone way too far
how is it that something so beautiful could leave such a scar?

it's three am, and i'm almost gone
all that's left of me is the sound of your favorite song
i've become such a beast for your love
preying on you like a hawk preys on a dove
but it's my body, not yours,  that i attack
how is it that no matter how much i love you, you won't love me back?

it's four am, and i'm merely a ghost
i'm at your mercy, tied to your whipping post
not the drink nor the blade nor the lighter can heal
nothing can change the fact that love for you is all that i can feel
i think of nothing but you as i lay still in my bed
how is it that something as brilliant as love could make someone dead?

it's six am, and it's time for me to wake
but my mother finds i won't move no matter how much she shakes
i've been found surrounded by blood in my eternal sleep
the love that i felt for you ran way too deep
so i tried to cut it out by shredding my veins
how is it that love could cause so much pain?

It's funny how easy
It is to lie
When the words
Are on a screen
In black and white
No emotion

"I'm fine"
Is easier to say
When the tears
Are silent
And my voice
Can't shake

I don't know a lot of things about you, except the fact that your favorite color is blue, and that your name is unusual, and that you sometimes wear glasses. It's amazing yet worrying how three little facts can run every corner of my brain, pressing itself into every bit of the mess I call thoughts.
I see you in the wavering, blue ocean; one of the most beautiful sights on this Earth, but also one of the most mysterious; just as your eyes.
I see you in the blue ink I write my poems with; all inspired by you, your unusual name, your favorite color, and your black rimmed glasses.
I see you in the peaceful, blue sky, soon to turn into different shades of oranges and pinks, making the day fall into the other one; another day I'll live thinking about you and your unusual name, how good you look both with or without glasses, and that your favorite color is blue.