My heart stops.
I'm on the ground.
My life flashes past in an instant.
I see you smiling, laughing and enjoying.
What will you do without me now?
Please don't cry because of me.
Please forget me and leave.
I lift up my hand.
Great, I'm bleeding.
Suddenly I feel your heart bleeding out as I will.
The people crowd around me.
I can hear the ambulances
But all I can think of is you.
I'm gonna miss you so much when I'm gone
Which is ironic, because I won't be there to miss you.
Don't follow me whatever you do.
I need to know that you're safe.
I'm carried, into an ambulance probably
And feel myself zooming through the roads
Within a minute, I'm at the hospital.
I'm carried out and into a room
But I won't make it out alive, I know.
Please, don't let me break your heart
Forget our happy days, forget my name
And find someone new to love.
I'm still bleeding, most likely to death
And I'll never see your face again
The world seems to disappear
And I put a smile on my face
And say goodbye to a world once dear.

What you want
Isn't right for you
So why do you just change it?
Maybe it will work out this time

I don't really like to be touched, by anyone really.
It makes me feel ***** and uncomfortable.
There are days when, all I want to do is wash my body with bleach because I can't stand the way their skin feels.

Some days, I can handle hugs.
Some days, I crave to be cuddled.
But the feeling of his skin against mine,
made me crave more than a hug.
I found myself dreaming to be tangled with him.
Not with white sheets within the walls of his room, but with the calluses of his palm meshing with mine.
I miss his hugs.

He described my eyes with words
I cannot spell.
My boring eyes.
He reads me like an open book,
he said my eyes get bright and sparkle when I'm happy,
and dull when I'm sad.

His life is a highway, constantly busy
while mine is a old dirt road.
I'm sorry that your highway is always filled with passing people.
-A.U

My poems are focused on
Sad endings to love,
Not the feeling of love itself.
I loved the wrong person,
At the wrong time.
Now I know it’s okay.
Because loving that wrong person
Taught me how to love the right person.
My right person was loving the
Wrong person too.
Eight months is a short time
For six months of hurt.
He knows it’s okay.
Here we are
Four months later
Loving the right people,
at the right time.

I know he’s my person.
I hope i'm his.
-au