We used to spend lazy days in bed, listening to the birds wake restless sleepers. The sun would cast shadows over us and in moments like those, I thought I couldn't love you more...
The glory of morning is for fools entangled.

My eyes burn with tears unshed.

Sweet addiction, baby
There's a rehab for every kind
Lay your head down, baby
Let me give you peace of mind

Sometimes I think about how close I came to never meeting you. So many things had to go a certain way to get us both to that chemistry class, to the chairs in which we sat. The thread binding us is so fragile that if I went back and changed one tiny thing, we wouldn’t be here, and I would never have known what I’d missed in you... But we can’t know what we’ve missed out on. We can only know what we have now.

Are there any words to say that will ever mean enough?
When the light runs from the day, will the darkness be too much?
Will I ever be enough?

Forget about "fixing" us
and that
"one last kiss" --
you got it from someone else.

You make me feel beautiful in anything -- a tshirt and Nikes, a red dress, nothing at all.

They only know what you want them to. The rest stays hidden and locked away deep, like aging wine in a cellar. Sooner or later, the bottles will break and spill and the fumes will be too much for anyone to handle.

Smile again, beautiful boy.
Let them all see.

It took you too long to realize that I was just another pretty play thing

I could be your worst nightmare if I felt so inclined... but I'm not.
I spent far too much time screaming at you to want to do it right now.
I got tired of dealing with you.
So I'm not.

Please don't hide your heart like you hide your arms.

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.

With you, I am flourishing.

I hope that the shard of my heart you still hold turns to glass and slices open the delicate skin of your palm

I've set fire to what you left behind -
The embers singe the vanilla perfume inside my lungs
   and new life bursts through the flames.

I wake to find
your hand
on my hip
and your name
on my heart.

Friends who know me often worry, they ask if I'm alright.
It takes several attempts to assure them that
I AM FINE
...promise.

I am not thinking of death -- no, not death.
Not anymore.
Mostly, I just wonder...

Please try and understand...
**When I retreat into myself, do not feel obligated to pull me out.

When she was my Sun,
you were my Northern Star.
You stayed in the background,
but you were there --
Listening, advising, but never pushing.
You saw, didn't you?
You saw that I, Moon, would come crashing down.
You watched as she scorched and burned.  
You, my Star, waited until the Moon came to you.

Sometimes when I tell the story of you
I make you out to be the bad guy
And though it's true
Sometimes you're the bad guy
You're still mine

Sometimes when I paint the picture
It's easier just to remember
The awful things you said
And what you chose to do with legitimate need
You made like a fool
You made like a fool but you're still mine

Why does it hurt more to recall
Your good side, your good side
I always went to you for advice
You were a wise one, a wise one then
When I think about you in that time
It's harder to hate you then

How do you see me now, now that I'm a little bit older?

Good God, I pity you.
What's it like to be so alone?

My heart is still cracked and you say you understand but you don't not really and I wish I could make you but I couldn't hurt anyone like that I wish you knew I wish I could tell you I wish I wasn't afraid I wish I wish I wish I loved you as much as you say you love me but I'm afraid to let you in and I'm afraid to give you the power to hurt me because last time I did that I was fatally wounded and I can't bleed out again my heart can't take it

You hold pain in the center of your being and unsurprisingly, begin to shatter.

The best way to keep memories at bay is to avoid... Right?

The first night without you, I cried like an abandoned child and bit my fingernails for the first time in years. I drank straight from a bottle of wine I snuck from the pantry. I spun violently around my room, letting an angry record spin. Later, I hit my fist against the wall of the shower as I washed off all my shame and anger in ice cold water. Then I spent the rest of that godawful night shivering in my bed like the shattered heart that I was, my skin shaking and rising over my fragile bones. And no one knew, and no one knew...

I'm tired of sidestepping you.
Next time, I'll just throw my shoulder into it.

Long ago, everything you touched turned to gold.
But now the shine is gone, tarnished with sins, lies, and hypocrisy.
Nothing can change that now.
Nothing can change you now.

I had my fears
You let them out
Now I wrap myself around you
like a blanket full of doubt

All the love poems in the world wouldn't be enough.

happiness

I think I need to find a bigger place
Cause when you have more than you think, you need more space

False apologies fall on deaf ears

I only wear waterproof mascara now, just in case a song plays or a smell drifts through the air and I can't stop the tears from spilling out

But I do.
I feel the same way and God ******, I want to tell you.
But how would you feel about that?
Would you think that I'm saying it just to soothe your fears and vulnerability?
Would you think that I'm being sympathetic and saying it out of guilt?
I'm not.
I promise.
I love you.

I've kept to myself
Never showing too much
But you've picked at the scabs
Pried into my head
And now you're trapped

How will you get out?

Please don't put me through this
Please don't look at me like you know

You struck me down with love like a lightening bolt

Never again will I allow someone like you to deceive me, to take advantage of the love I reluctantly give

You became who you said you'd never become.

Switch the blade like I switched my heart;
Cool and clean and parallel.

The life span of a red blood cell is 120 days...
This means that part of you is no longer who you were four months ago.

It would be a lie
to say that I love someone
more than I loved you

Don't haunt me
Gather up the lost and sold
Into your arms
Gather up the pitiful
In your arms
What seems impossible
I think I have had my fill
*I think I should give up the ghost

I will never be who you wanted me to be