Heat travels up my spine,
endangering what's left,
but you know how to quench the flames.

This lipstick rested on yours before it graced my lips  
Now it stains someone else's hips

Thank you for today
And tomorrow
And the day after that
And the day after that
And the day after that...

I burn for you and you alone;
Your love lights a flame
that will not dim
nor extinguish.

In a society obsessed with ***,
it doesn't surprise me that
it's the center of your thought process.

You crave touch, but no one is willing to pick up the baggage that comes along with you.

I can feel each of your ribs
and in between them
tears unshed  
pain unspoken
love unrequited

It is you and me  -- against hell.
No matter who reaches it first,
   it won't end well.

It's shocking
how quickly you
latched onto me
how reluctant
you are to  
let the
slightest bit
go.

It all started in this theater
In this parking lot
Standing next to this truck...
So let the windows fog up
We aren't looking through
The only thing I can see
Is the light in your eyes shining blue

happiness

Over the past seven months,
you've taught me to be selfless --
That I should value other's needs and feelings over my own.
Who better to practice it on than you?
Your happiness and your well being are far more important than mine.
After all...
How could I be happy if you aren't?
How could I be "fine" if you aren't?
There is nothing I wouldn't do to make you
a
better
*you.

Your presence is a  
humming in my ear,
reminding me that you're
here
that you're
alive
and that you're
**mine

The smell of you
drifts through the air,
fooling my lips
and my heart
into thinking
that you're
still here.

I don't care about you
And I would tell you to your face
If I knew you could *take it

I miss you in this
space between my lungs,
though it's not my heart...
I don’t know what it is.

Your infinite universe meets mine
And with a chaste kiss upon each constellation,
The Stars breathe sighs of relief...
*Finally.

Your eyes
play music
of the softest violin
up
down
the melody sways
with the shifting light
of hidden love

No free verse
         haiku
            or sonnet
could ever portray
the amount of love
this beating,
bleeding heart
holds for
you.

I am undeserving
of the sweet words you say
and the pure air you breathe  
and the love you give

We met in the middle,
like two lungs that had
suddenly joined
and realized that
they weren't
properly functioning
before.

Go ahead and throw away
   love for lust,
but don't come crying to me
   when it turns into
      unbearable pain.

Simply,
we are a rock  
revolving around
a great ball of fire.
Say you'll
remember me
when it all
ends.

I can feel you watching me as I walk past and
I am left feeling self conscious, confused, and unsure

I have chased highs
down the shafts of
hundreds of needles,
but none compare to the
feeling your love brings.

And I guess there's a hidden fear
that if you cheat on this,
what else will you willingly cheat on?

You lie to push away worthy blame
But what will you do...
when the lies are turned back at you?

It's a swing of the hips
and a flick of the wrist
that puts me
at the starting point

I've learned to love you like I never have before -
with my whole self - body, mind, heart, and soul.

Moving on is easy, but healing hurts the heart.

I could've avoided falling in love
I could've saved myself the pain

As I sat in a room full of hundreds,
   crying and shaking and remembering,
I fully realized that
I am not my pain...
I am not what happened to me...
I am not what she did to me...
I am more than my depression.
I am more than my suicide attempt.
I am more than my ******.
**I am still here.

You're a fool, Jesus Christ.
How can I help you?

What have I become afraid of, self consciousness or confidence?
Inability or the risk of flying high?
Losing or winning it all?

My spine is made of iron
My blood is acrylic paint
My tears are holy water
My eyes are raw stone
My mind is made of gold
My heart is matte polish
My thoughts are sinful fire
My dreams are wasted air

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.

I'm trying.

You always wanted to be a Heartbreaker

We're above the influence
Alcohol is for Them
But here We are
Drunk as happy hour regulars

Let me show you how to love
Since no one has before
*...I'll love you.

Now the user is being used
What a pleasant turn of events

I was ***** by someone who "loved" me.
Why should I be afraid of strangers?