I'd cry myself to sleep,
  if i could.
but I can't.
thank you.

I am lonely,
Without you.
You are missing,
From me.

some seek art in sidewalk cracks
or between fragile spines of old books
and some search for meaning
through the gaps between the oak trees
where solitude exists and melts
together with the prismatic hues of
every sunset fading into memory

some find purpose in silence
or rather, the center of bustling conversation
and some find beauty in the enigma of the ocean
and the shy touch of the sun, warm,
like butter coating our lonely souls

everyone but her,
she never had to search, for her masterpiece
was herself.
her love was made of notes strung together
and played colorfully, radiating through the air
as smooth as mother's finest silk, and
with every beat, she painted the most beautiful
of images, dancing along to the hum of her heart
that never understood the meaning of silence

and her paradise meant being blinded
by stage lights and pride, each song
a testament built by bones
that taught themselves how to bend
but remain vigilant,
because breaking was never an option
in her pink-ribboned world of piercing perfection

but they will continue to search for happiness
in howling wind and steady rain,
never bothering to find her smile
fluttering effortlessly in the music,
that smile- the one that could put
the world's most beautiful dance
to shame

i felt my heart break.
you were there
and you felt it too.
earthquakes beneath my skin,
tremors felt,
feared.
i posses the power of unruly waves, you've seen me shake.
All you have to do is hold me tight enough to keep my aching heart at bay.
Question existing:
is this the end..

I should have known better than to befriend.
Your trickery is now failing, my dear.
Now, I promise, I try not to offend.

My heart is not, never was, yours to bend
In my nightmares, not dreams, you now appear
I should have known better than to befriend

I know one day you’ll come to your grim end
Lovely face, ruined by your constant sneer…
Now I promise, I try not to offend

Mistakenly trusting until the end,
And look at my price, all of these tears
I should have known better than to befriend

Your character, I’ll never recommend
Your ignorance not lessened by the years
Now I promise, I’ve tried not to offend

Why so trying for you to comprehend?
A bitter enemy, I’m one to fear.
I should have known better than to befriend
And I promise, I lied ‘not to offend.’

to the girl..
  my.. girl...

tell me what this is? is this the reality of what we've become ? what we're meant to be.
stargazing into infinity sounds like a cry for help than a romantic gesture shared between two lovers, star crossed..kept a part by time..
  I'd like to someday share this with you but i cannot fathom the mere thought of us being close together, in the same room hell even the same continent..
what have we become ?
is this love?
you can't call me baby.. because it's been years and I'm not her.
i can't hear you call me baby.. because I'm not her and somehow you've made me feel like " that girl " the one that's only worth something when it suits you best..
i flinch whenever you call me baby.. i can't breathe, sometimes i feel disgusted, like second grade crap because that's all I've been to you..
something's got to give.