people say I have a talent
for looking deep down into things
when really at the end of the day;
my actual talent is breaking my own heart

Hand in hand;
heart to heart
everything is perfect until it has fallen apart
your heart was mine
my smile was yours
but you took my heart, for it was not given
so now I will look back and say to myself,
"If our love was a crime scene, you'd be the one with the gun"

just because she's awake doesn't mean she isn't tired
just because she doesn't frown doesn't mean she isn't sad
because in her eyes she sees everything but herself as beautiful
can her eyes have gotten nothing but tired of it

m.b

when I first saw his true beauty,
his smile
his eyes
and his soul,
it made me remember lovely little things
like being madly insane
or being crazily obsessed with the same
eyes
smile and soul
and I soon then realized
love came to strike again


m.b

I remember the day I met you
with my toes in the sand,
staring at the beauty of Huntington beach
you with your friends,
and I with books of poetry
you glanced at me quickly
soon looking away when I looked your way,
and when I say this I mean this
your t-shirt
yes,
the tropical t-shirt
was soon at the end of my bed,
when you didn't know my name,
and I didn't know yours
all I knew,
was the tropical t-shirt,
with its stains,
holes and wrinkles,
was soon to never come back again

m.b

you came in like a winter snow,
soft
quiet,
and slow.
falling onto me
never knowing where you'd soon be
and falling to the ground
like rain hitting a puddle,
but instead,
you didn't come back around.

m.b