Dreaming is the pink dress
You twirl in.
Spinning until you're dizzy.

Dreaming is that green tennis ball
bouncing off the pavement.
Alive with excitement  

Dreaming is the yellow lollipop
melting on your tongue.
So sweet, yet short lasting.

Dreaming is the red ant
getting stepped on.
Trying so hard to escape.

Dreaming is what we do
even though we know it's pointless.
But we have to try.

Finally
that is all I can say,
all I can manage.

Finally
the truth comes out,
so plain and simple.

Finally
I give a small smile,
a weight lifting.

Finally
I'm letting you go,
this was meant to be.

I saw the blank stares
and all the fake smiles.
I wanted to ignore it, but I couldn't.
I wish I could've.
The sound of your footsteps,
loud in my ears,
as you walk away from me.
With each footstep comes a new ache
that I feel on my burning heart,
hurting for you.
The smell of sadness presses in,
suffocating me.
You left me to drown.
And I will drown,
as I taste the saltiness of my tears.

It started off good,
almost perfect.
Then something happened.
Something always happens.
Walls went up,
a thick glass blocking me.
I pounded
pounded
pounded
on that thick, solid wall.
But you never seemed to notice.

We had something,
something good.
Then it was ruined.
It was always ruined.
The spark, gone.
That hot, fiery spark.
It faded
faded
faded
into cold ash, blowing away.
Slipping between our fingers.

I felt whole,
completely whole.
Then you emptied me.
I'm still feeling empty.
Tired of being hollow,
trapped inside; stuck.
And I'm screaming
screaming
screaming
Like a siren in the night.
No one awake to hear.

Standing there,
I feel the wind,
cutting to my core.
It's a whisper,
holding secrets,
that I so badly
need to know.

I feel the rain
creating tears on
my burning cheeks.
Me, being so frustrated
but so desperate
all at the same time.

Looking up,
I see the dark clouds,
they're suffocating me.
A shield that's
keeping me from
seeing the truth.

In this world
of pure oblivion
where I feel so
lost but so found,
Searching for a clue
that will lead me to you.

It's hard being her.
The girl who is always
smiling.
She smiles even though she feels
pain.
She has friends who are
perfect.
But she's not.

She's the girl who always
walks
with her head so far
down.
Not knowing that she is so
beautiful.
She hides under her transparent
skin.

She's the girl who
laughs
even though she's dying to
scream.
She just wants to finally let the anger
out;
To let everyone know how she really
feels.

But she's just the girl who
can't.
Because she lets everyone
step
all over her that she now has
footprints
on her already marked, sad
face.

Because she's the girl who people can
see
but never actually listen and
hear
what she's yelling and
scraming
for everyone to finally
notice.

So she stays the girl who
cries.
And who is always covering up her
sadness
with a gleaming, fake
smile.
And who stays deathly quite
always.

She sits,
staring silently.
The world rushing.
Busy.
Hectic.
But still there she sits.
Still.

She stares,
so intently
at the couple.
Loving.
Laughing.
Wanting it to be hers.
Wishing.

She is touched,
very lightly.
Coming to reality.
Breaking.
Crushing.
Losing sight of her daydreams.
Leaving.

She stands there,
Staring.
Her reflection in the mirror
watching her carefully.
The inside so much different.

She turns on the water,
Flowing.
She slowly rises the water,
feeling the moisture on her face.
Washing away her mask.

Watching the makeup,
Rinsing.
Nothing is left but her scars
and the bruises yet to heal.
The pain that she hides so well.

Stepping away,
Carefully.
She doesn't face the mirror.
Not wanting to see the monster
that she knew had appeared.

How is it
That someone can make you fall for them
In the matter of days?
Minutes.
Seconds.
With a smile or a laugh?
With a soft touch that lingers on the skin like butterflies?

How is it
That you can feel so deeply?
Whole.
True.
With  a touch of the lips?
With promises that will be shattered like glass under your shoe?

How is it
That you can become broken so fast?
Quickly.
Painfully.
With the realization that he was never yours?
With lies that cut to the core like a knife through butter?

How is it
That we forget and move on so fast, just to do it again?
And again.
And again.
With the hope that it will change?
With the dreams of finding the one that might not break you into a million pieces the next time through?

Missing you is
A soft breeze,
Sliding and shifting around,
Quietly Trying to find
It's place in the world.

Missing you is
The dark, gray cloud
Floating In the sky,
Desperately Holding in
All the rain drops.

Missing you is
The bright gleaming sun
Disappearing From the sky,
All sense of warmth
Replaced by a shiver.

Missing you is
The best piece of me,
Saddened and aching,
Needing you.
Missing you.

The feeling of you
Pulling me close,
Is what makes my head spin.
Dizzy.

The touch of your hand
Lightly on my face,
Is what makes my heart hammer.
Thumping.

The smell of you
All around me,
Is what makes me grow weak.
Limp.

You being near,
So close to me,
Is what makes me whole.
Finally full.

The lights dim
And the movie starts
Suddenly I'm aware
Of my hammering heart.

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You reach for my hand
And pull me close
And suddenly I'm aware
Of the goose bumps

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I see your smile
And hear your laugh
And suddenly I'm aware
Of my thoughts.