I've died quite a bit
since you last saw
me

I look at the  Sky
I look at the  Moon
I look at the  Stars
And all I do is think about You
When your not with me
Wishing to kiss You
Under the Moon,
Look into your eyes
Until You look back into mine,
And wishing I could spend more time
With You
In the cold freezing night
Watching airplanes fly above
**Us

I don't smoke he says
As the lit cigarette dangles from between his lips

I'll never lie to you he promises
With finger crossed behind his back

I love you drifts from his mouth
Before he goes home to his girlfriend

A walking contradictory
A breathing heartbreaker

The only one
Who truly understand who I am

And he is a walking contradictory

s.j.d

She's every thought you ever shunned out of horrid curiosity, every flower that you couldn't bear to pick up because you were unsure if it had thorns, and every book
you've ever wanted to live in
bathe in ink and paper and drown in words
just like I want to drown in her mind
but I can barely skim the surface, barely
penetrate the depths,
and I guess my thoughts aren't heavy enough to carry me to the bottom.
Her fingers are cold and timid -- the way the first snowfall flurries down, unhurried and forlorn -- if they ever traced my skin I'd get more than frostbite, but
chills are okay as long as they stem from a place
that makes goosebumps a sign of anticipation
and not fear --
but I fear the way this makes me feel and I can feel so much already --
it bursts through my ribcage stronger than a heartbeat.
The eyes she has -- I can't tell if they're more full than mine, full of light and rapturing blue, or less full, empty like oblivion, and I just look and think and die and suddenly -- it's like she was never there,
she smiles and looks my way, but it's not a true smile,
not the kind so sweet that it will make your teeth ache,
but the kind of smile that's half-hearted like a shy blossom in spring or a polite stranger in an elevator on your way to a tenth floor cubicle, but ******, I'm not a stranger, --

I'm just trying to find the reason
why all of her "hello"s sound like goodbyes.

the word "love"
is such a relative term

you can love someone
while crying in
the bathtub
screaming sad lyrics
and cutting your
thighs with
a razor blade

you can love someone
while sitting in
the passenger seat of
their car
listening to them speak of
their favorite songs
and the movie they watched
last night

you can love someone
nearly as much as
you can miss someone
like at 7 a.m.
when your coffee is brewing
and your heart suddenly
drops
and memories replay in
your mind

don't define
love
as an emotion
because it is
so much more