I think your smile is so perfect,
I love the way it makes me feel like I can fly.

I can't tell you how happy it made me when you layed on my shoulder.
Or how happy it made me when you let me lay on your lap.

Please don't break my heart again.
I love you too much to bear by myself.
I need to feel your touch when I don't want anyone else's.

The truth is, I look into your eyes like I see the stars in them.
The truth is, the twinkles I see make me feel alive, and I can't let that go.
My eyes don't really deserve to look into yours.

When you move around I always have to look at you to make sure you're okay.
I don't want to think you're uncomfortable.
I want my shoulder to feel like pillows of the finest feathers.

When you would wrap your arm around mine,
and you'd snuggle up next to me,
I couldn't remember all the bad things our history holds.

I need you more than you think I do.
You're not my only happiness, but please stay.
When I first met you, I never would've thought this is where we'd be.
But I'm so totally okay with what has become of us.

I'm going to protect you always.
I'm not going to let someone wake you up or bother you while you rest.
We had such a long day and I should be sleeping rather than typing this sappy poem,
But I'd rather keep watch over my treasure.
The truth is, I love you.

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

Let me tell you that love is the best and worst feeling.
Listen up, come one and all as I preach about this sensation!
Let me tell you love will build you up and cause your head to break the ceiling.
Listen up as I explain how it rips your heartstrings out in a quick fashion.
Let me tell you that love is addicting like the best ******* drug out there.
Listen up as I fill you with its black magic visions and thoughts.
Let me tell you about the way love makes you feel bare.
Listen up as I tell you, don't ever give up on someone who loves you lots.

You often hear that high school is a place to find yourself,
That it's the best years of our lives.
I'm not saying it's not true,
But I'm definitely not saying it is.

First of all,
Everyone is having ***.
Parties, study sessions, bathroom visits; it doesn't ******* matter.
It's just all about who's banging who.

The drugs are arguably the best part.
The drugs are just meaningless because to most of us, they're just a high.
But they are such a vital part of who we become.
The blow and the bud made me see life is better without it.

Rock and roll, oh rock and roll.
How you kept me company on those lonely nights.
The lyrics always seemed to match us.
And the melodies were always parallel to how we felt.

Love; **** love.
I hate the phrase, "It's just a high school relationship."
Just because we are not adults, with a **** job and ******-up debt-ridden life,
Doesn't mean we don't know pain.
It doesn't ******* mean that it means nothing.
It doesn't ******* mean that we don't know what true love is.
True love was staying up all night, talking on the phone.
True love was talking about nothing for hours but never pressing pause on our smiles.
True love was her face, walking down the halls, looking at each other like they were worth diamonds and just being together.
Don't ever tell me that I don't know.
I know; I had it ripped away.

It's said high school is the best years of our life.
And it's true.
If you can take the pain and learn from it,
You'll understand that life is ****** from the get-go.