Was it my weakness or perhaps my inability to trust
That caused souls to fall right out of the sky?
I began drag my feet though they blackened from dust,
My head below my shoulders wondering why

Stars only shine for those who do not need wishes.
If fate chose to give me the shortest stick
Then I could deal with that instead of blank kisses
Yet we turned from happiness much too quick.

I'm still trying
to figure out
how one person
can be a thunderstorm
and sunshine
at the same time

Should I be concerned
about the fact
that your feelings
mean nothing
to me?

To be said with a sigh
Elongated, drawn out from the mouth,
Nothing to go in but only out.
Staggering and releasing
What a sign of uneasy
As one might wait on time,
My use of carbon dioxide.

12-
I'm not really sure if I even want you around anymore

11-
Our first year anniversary is next month and I'm really excited. Are you okay, though? You're scaring me lately

10-
I don't want to say it but I can't trust you that much anymore. It's like you've turned into someone else. I feel a little emotionally abused..

9-
I'm sorry I didn't want anything for valentines day, and I didn't mean for us to get into a fight. I just wanted you to know that your love was better than any material object

8-
Hey, we've been fighting a lot more than usual, but I know we can tough this out, we always do

7-
I hope you like your christmas present, it was all I could afford. I love you

6-
We're half way there
6-
why are you so angry
6-
i'm sorry I'm so depressed
6-
please don't go

5-
Happy birthday to both of us, I framed the letter you wrote me

4-
I think I'm in love with you...

3-
Our first fight happened today. I cried a bit, but this stuff happens, and I know you have my back .

2-
I showed you what I looked like naked..I've never been able to do that before with anyone. I was scared you'd be repulsed, but then you called me beautiful.

1-
I'm so happy you asked me out. It's all I've been wanting for the past 6 months since I've met you.

0-
You're one of the best friends I've had. There's something about you that makes me smile all the time and I'm really hoping I have the same effect on you.

I wanted to write a poem of you
But couldn't find the words.
I'm so distressed, too depressed
And now my stomach hurts.

I could not tell you how I feel
Even if I tried.
I turn around and life's upsidedown;
I really want to cry.

Too many things I want to say
But I always stop myself.
So I won't get deep, there is no need.
We'll only keep jokes off the shelf.

I wanted to write a poem of you
But couldn't find the words.
So here it goes, I suppose:
You are my favorite nerd.

Ouija is a darken term
Painted by humans
Who thought that
Little girls without faces,
Translusent bodies,
And banshees
Only existed in a blank.

Though I always wonder how
Difficult it would have been
To remind me how
Beautiful you thought I am
Or that my eyes touched your soul.
Though now I wonder if
The excuses you made
Were worth us losing each other.

Cruelty at its finest,
Without the capability to understand
To why a flower wilts unnoticed.
Creatures destroying
Without a sign of weakness,
Much like a small child
With separated parents.
Hatred becomes fragile,
Glass boundaries shatter
Leading to abandonment
At times most needed. We
Created individualism to claim strength.
I dislike the questioning of Why
Rain falls gently such as the bruises
Of past conquests. Molesting a body,
A mind of pure intentions that one
Sought extinction of.
But as with the sight of a grieving mother,
Nature is balanced with instability
And sympathy is a microscopic
Requirement. This world seen
Falls out of belief to fill remorse.

i used to be more happy. i used to make them notes made up of hearts and "i love yous". i used to take the time to make cds of songs that reminded me of him, or spray my perfume on my favorite bear so he could have something to hold at night. i used to never fail to send a "goodmorning sunshine" text or never hesitate to pour my heart out. i wasnt afraid to dream of a future together or write them poetry. but one by one they picked the petals off of me and left me hallow and bare. and the only thing i have to look foward to is maybe a "goodbye" when the next decides to leave.*

my, you're so unbareable

I was once aware of you
Perhaps in another time
Belittled by ignorant youth.
Often was I too close,
Too attached said the voices
Beheaded by thought process.

Yet with a tsk
Were you shaken off
Realizing too soon and late
The nothingness feeling to me

Fragile world,
How I love to watch
You spin away.

She is too comfortable
With how well the noose
Sits around her neck
Waiting for her to
Finally release built up
Agony.

It's 3 in the morning,
You still don't love me
And I am too alone
Listening to sad songs
Waiting for a miracle

It's 3 in the morning,
I still want to die
Because no one really cares
In the end I'll be
Just another sad story

It's 3 in the morning,
But nothing feels right
Because I am drained and empty

Momma never taught me
                                                                        how to mend a broken heart.

You once said to me,
"Live life with an open
Mind and heart."
Now all you do is scorn
Labling me as Liberal.

If we were painted on a canvas
I imagine you made of warm colors,
Pastels shaping your soft cheeks.
And in the backgroud of dust and charcoal
You find me creating a path to ruin it all.

Imagine a scene
Tiny me, at the age of nine
Understanding I don't wish to live.
I tried to commit suicide
For the next 4 years time.
Picture a girl
Near genius; she's bright.
For some reason staying up
Crying all night.
Not doing well in school
Nobody thinks she's cool
And my dad just says
"Quit acting like a baby, you fool."
In my high school years
I just accepted sadness
As a part of my life.
Grew too tired of the
"why aren't you all right?"
and the occasional
"you're too smart to be acting that way"
Create in your head
Me, who is passionate
About poetry. Only because
It became my method of venting.
For some reason i thought
I was a burden, to all of my friends.
Better sad than disturb them
With my troubles.
It's the mess my room is
And the disintrest to everything
The self hate, sleeping late, and fatigue
That makes up the depression in me.
It's nobody understanding why I cry
Or why I don't take the time
To talk about my problems.
It's the not knowing myself
And looking at my reflection in the mirror
Only to say to her
"You're so ******* pathetic."