I rest my hand on the seat beside me
Knowing that just a few long weeks ago
You were sitting here and laughing so loud
And now you are no where in sight, just gone.

I look up at the sky and reminisce
About the peace I never knew was there
When we would simply say what's on our mind
Without filter, pure acceptance, no more.

I can't help but hum to the silent song
The warm breeze sweeps into my aching heart
As I can't help but close my eyes and think:
You're right here, you're not gone, you're listening.

This empty seat is taken by your spirit;
The silence is filled with your soothing words;
My heart is touched by your sweet memory;
I'll be okay because to me, you're here.

I open my eyes and although I know
I won't see you, I'm a little surprised
And I know you'll never truly be gone
For the pure love and the raw pain remain.

But anything is better than nothing
And I won't let go just to feel "better";
I'll just sit here and close my eyes again;
You're right here beside me when my world's dark.

I miss you and I'll do anything to have you here.

Let the wind take me like smoke
And every other over used metaphor
You’re a bore
No I am
I don’t know where I stand
Where we stand
We used to hold hands
Not anymore.
I’m in the bathroom hiding
Biding our time
Lets rewind
You’re always on my mind
Its inevitable that I’ll fall into my old ways
I’ll start littering again
And slithering around with suburban ****.
I haven’t become anything.
I’m just coming undone.
C.m.

8.3.14

I can still feel your lips pressed to mine
Your hands clenching my small waist
I still smell your favorite cologne
it lingers on my skin for days
I can still see those ocean blue eyes
staring at me while I drive
Your laugh echoes in my mind
oh it drives me crazy

I wish you were here with me

I'm the type of person to scratch out something,
rather than erasing or whiting it out permanently.
I don't know, maybe because I like to look back
on the thoughts and the things that I've done.
I don't like forgetting about things.
I prefer remembering that things were there
and that I've done them.

Yesterday;
Days go by…

Tomorrow comes;
Again, I’ll cry.

I look to you;
You’ve gone away…

Now and always
… is today.

There's a war raging between what I want and what I'm strong enough to handle.

I love you.
I love you so much
That sometimes, it's like I can't breathe.
I want to feel your touch,
Even just your hand in mine
Or your arm around my shoulders.
I want to be near you.
I adore the sound of your voice.
I love you.

There are times
That being in love with you is awful.
Someone else makes you laugh
Or smile,
And I wish it had been me.
You're talking to others
And I try not to get jealous,
Usually failing.
I feel guilty for how I feel about you.
Because you don't return the feelings.
I'm like a sibling to you.
That *****.
You mean a lot to me.

I miss you,
Sometimes so badly it hurts.
I want to be with you,
Spend time with you.
I could live by your side.
Hugging you makes me so happy,
And so often I want to kiss you.
More than anything,
I love you.

He's light.
He's what brightens my day,
My week,
My life.
He brings me warmth,
And comfort,
And security.
He's my light.
But he's also my darkness.
He gives me so much pain.
He can make things dim.
He can hide things from me,
Make me search for truth.
Bringing my mind down,
Till I'm enveloped in black
And I'm shaking
Sometimes with anger,
Sometimes with tears,
Alone in the night.
But then he'll bring me back.
"You have a nice smile."
"You're a great friend."
"Thank you."
And everything becomes so bright.
He can drive me into the dark corners of backstage,
And he brings me into the glow of a center stage spotlight.
He's my light
And he's my darkness.

if you can hold her hand
without feeling torn at the idea that
one day, you may never feel its warmth again,
then you are not in love with her

do not keep muttering worn-out
i-love-you's
under your breath
just to fill the empty spaces in the air
even if they no longer beat with passion,
do not try to explain the thousands of reasons
why you love her
if you don't

because if you can live with the thought
of her name being engraved in
someone else's mind,
her fingers running through someone else's hair,
the thought of those beautiful words
whispered into lips that don't belong to you
then you have never loved her, even for a second

and the bitter fragments
of the love she gave away
were never worthy to
belong to you

I told her there was very little of me left to love,
and with glassy blue-green eyes she replied
*There is enough