I hate you
I don’t like you, no not even a little bit
I don’t like the way you smile
I don’t like your sarcastic comments
I HATE the way your eyes lock with mine and our souls might as well be intertwined.
You’re impossible.
You’re ridiculous.
I don’t like the way you look at me when you think my head is turned
I don’t like it when you listen, and speak to me the way you do
It makes me feel like I will never be as good as you.
You’re dogmatic
You’re erratic
I don’t like you when you overrun my dreams
I don’t like you when your emotions are so in between
I hate that you’re so full of charm
And most of all I hate you for being my alarm
in this fairytale world of love I myself created
Because I always use to say reality is overrated.

I would LOVE to give you my heart.
And once I find it, I’ll look you up.
You don’t understand
I’ve looked in the present, and in the past but somehow, along the way, it got lost
Well it was more of a … ok , so I ripped it out and threw it away.
I don’t think I need it.
People live without hearts right…
For example…The Grinch. Didn’t he not have a heart… wait, no.
Well, whatever, I don’t think they’re THAT important.
But I said that about you too...
It was a pain anyway.
Seriously .
Sometimes it was about to burst when I saw you.
People jokingly say they had a heart attack when they see their true love,
well  let’s just say when I see you I feel like world war III is using my heart as it’s arena .  
Like … like the battles moved from my heart to my stomach to my brain and my whole body can only endure …so. Much. Pain.
Blood may have been flowing through my veins but I’ve always been  cold blooded. Whether I was in a warm embrace or alone in the snow storm that is your emotion, the icy chill that starts at my fingertips and travels to my heart has not secede since that day.
It’s amazing how much love the heart can hold, when it also harbors so much hate.
I’d tell you I miss my heart but I don’t.
Don’t miss the lingering feelings when I was upset don’t miss the staying up late at night thinking about what you said don’t miss the hours I spent daydreaming about you and I definitely don’t miss saying “baby… I love you”  
So if I find it, I’ll give you a call and give it to you, but I’ll tell you now, it’s not worth much, I gave up on it a long, long time ago.

Confusion seeps into the cracks in my brain  
Filling the missing spaces with assumptions

My world is a game of Mad-Libs.

Fill in an adverb for how much you’ve fallen, an adjective for how he hates you, a synonym for false friendship, and a part of you that’s broken

I have now fallen to the earth’s crust, burned and turned to dust
self confidence disintegrated to ash; slowly burning from the inside to out.

I cannot tell you why, but he hates me beautifully.

My friendships are filled with semi-sweet enemies, forced smiles and broken deals. And to think, I thought our childish contracts would be real.

Blood still pumps through me, but my heart is broken.

People attempt to complete each story in my pages with their own wild words,
believing they know what the ending entails.
But truth be told, whether it’s their words or mine, others will always laugh at the story that crosses their eyes.
I could start over and fill in the blanks myself.
Say that I haven't fallen but flown, how he hates me for not being next to him, scribble in that my friendships are harder to break then diamonds, and that nothing... nothing is broken.
I could, but it would be meaningless.
The words may differ but the reactions will remain the same .
because my world is just a big funny game.

Who knew.
Who knew you would waltz into my life and tango with my mind.
Who knew that when you read between the lines, it read I love you.
Who knew your mind was such an adventure.
Take me there again?
Who knew you’d make my heart skip beats, my stomach battle my body and my legs earthquake.
Who knew you were smart.
Who knew you could rhyme like Shakespeare, drink like Hemingway and kiss like Romeo.
As my heart doth beat ever so often when our lips meet.
Who knew you’d sweep me of my feet.
Who knew every day would be a genial surprise.
Who knew I’d never regret “I love you”.
I know this started out like a rubrics cube, and I took your heart apart, I knew this would be difficult to re-assemble at the start, and I knew you weren’t perfect,
But who knew I would love your faults?
Only everyone but me and you.