I know you
You don't know me
I see you on the street
You don't even look my way
Ever since high school
I've craved your presence
But I was the girl in the back of the class
The girl who never spoke
The girl who couldn't muster the guts
To tell you I wanted you
And you were the guy with the laugh
The guy adored and seen by all
I was hoping you would turn
And see me back there
And think 'that girl looks beautiful'
But you never did
And here you are standing
On the corner of the street
And here I am walking your way
God only knows what you'll say
But I'm going to tell you I love you,
I'm going to tell you anyway

Our ribs are cracked but
The real pain lies inside them
Where broken hearts sit

Is it really possible to be "just friends?"
It is truly easy to leave frayed ends?
I may say we are friends but it's not that simple
We were lovers and then enemies
So can you really leave that behind
And be what we call "just friends?"
I'd love the world to answer me
Tell me I'm not senile for holding on to emotions
Because I will always love you,
We will never be "just friends"

I just want to feel
To feel someone's love for me
And not feel empty

Consider the potential of poetry
To free men’s probing minds,
to spill their hearts so totally.
The power of the verse reminds
that the stringing of mere syllables
can transform lowly language
into something greater than itself.
I equate it to a miracle.
That despite time’s passage
poetry can give such a true sense of self.

I've found a new love
He says all the right things
Kisses all the right places
He never lets me fall asleep lonely
Or wake up forgotten
He has bright eyes and a magnetic soul
He views me above everyone
I am his muse and his idol

And I hate it
For he is not you
And you are not him

It's been 636 days
636 days
15,624 hours
915,840 minutes
Since I saw you last

636 days
Since your eyes met mine
And I giggled because I loved you
And you smiled because you knew
I sat on the swing set at the old park
You sat across from me
Those eyes of yours that knew me from the inside out

636 days
Since we said hello and later goodbye
But in between the conversation sparked
You in your beanie carrying your longboard
I in my old ragged boots carrying my hopes
You asked countless personal questions
I told you countless personal stories

636 days
Since the day I met you
And the day I lost you
Since they day I gave myself up to you and you gave up on me
Maybe it's rash to fall in love after a day
But I did and 636 days later I don't regret it
It may have been short and 'wrong'
But I still love you just the same
636 days later