Beginning to feel
As we grab and we hold
Learning whats real
As time goes by we grow old
A childish desire
Of wanting to know
The good against bad
The fire against snow

Now noone can feel
We just grab and we hold
Onto things that arent real
Paper plastic and gold
We're burnt by the fire
Slowed by the snow
Ignorance is bliss
Is it worth it to know

He wants to read my poems,
he wants to see what
I have written about him.
I wonder why I am so scared
for him to see my thoughts
laid bare with no filters.
Maybe because I still have that fear
that he will run away
once he realizes how real this is.

She makes me feel so strange,
Like a book with a torn out page.
She left with a pen and some ink
I missed that page, it made my heart sink.
She came back,
And looked at me with weary eyes,
Only now do I realIze,
She had been writing my story,
For me. 

- M.S.

I spent all night burning my eyes
Into my phone.
Wishing I was with you,
But realizing I'm just...
Alone.

Beautiful,
Eyes closed.

                 and
Rise
                      Fall
  
                 and
Rise
                     Fall

The pattern of
Her chest.

all the flowers
i have ever
taken care of
and has ever
held in my hand
always ends up
withering—
just like how
your heart did
when you gave
it to me.

There's no wrong pathway
Where a person could wander
Only bad endings

There's no wrong timings
Which a person can regret
Only wrong choices

There's no wrong person
Whom your heart can fully love
Only wrong reasons.

He looked into his mind
  And there she was again.
  Standing,
  Right in the middle of
  All his thoughts.
  Cold, with damp clothes,
  Hypothermia racks her body.

He was unable to forget her...
How could he?

What I truly miss,
Is your soft, gentle kiss.