Because of him I think of words that play with my heart.
He makes my fingers dance on a keyboard and it creates beautiful words that wish to be shared.
He is the reason why my hands want to create works of art.
He is why my heart feels so scared and unprepared.

Ii'm a person that believes
that someday you will leave.
And that your smile will be the death of me,
for i know that we can never be.
My heart shouts your name
but if we change we'll never be the same.
Again, here we are.
I see you as nothing but a scar
from what we could've been.
Your hand lifting up my chin,
leaning in for something
that would get my adrenaline pumping.
But no, that'll never happen.
Your arms, i'll never be wrapped in.
You wouldn't show up at my door,
telling me you're wanting us to be more
than friends.

Your eyes told me secrets,
they would keep me sleepless.
It was a stare or a glance
that made me think I had a chance.
Besides, i was probably just another girl.
One of thousands in your world
that is also hoping to call you mine.
And here I am, waiting for something like a sign,
so that I would know when it is my time.
My time for you to love me, your time to rhyme,
your time to be head over heels for me
like how I am now for you, but you don't see.
When it is our time to be together,
I know you would hold me in the cold weather.

But I need to stop with all this thinking
before my heart ends up sinking.
All these what if's and could have beens
is where all the pain really begins.
Because it's you that keeps me overthinking,
and my imagination that keeps me hoping
for something that is way beyond my reach.
And it is you, within each.
I need to stop hoping
and maybe then I'd stop groaning
over a loss that wasn't completely mine.
Soon I'll be laughing and I'll be fine.
But for now, I'll still be desiring.
As long as you're still inspiring.
But I know for sure there's nothing for us.
And for this topic, there's no more to discuss.

I would wait for you.
Even if the universe put oceans between us,
and we're separated by miles of the color blue,
whether it be because of the water or the sky,
a color that I once loved and knew,
a color that yet still brings pain and comfort,
the pain of what we once suffered,
but it will all be better soon
I will continue waiting for you.

I dream of dancing with you.
Although, I'm not exactly good at it.
I dream about just us two,
Dancing and moving together, sounds fun, I'll admit.

I would love to dance,
as long as it's with you.
I'd give dancing a chance,
if you taught me how to.

I'm sorry if I step on your feet.
I'm not the best dancer.
I'll try to move with the beat,
I'll distract you from her.

I think about how
you used to hold my hand.
I think about it every here and now,
how things didn't go as planned.
Do I miss you?

I still have our picture in my wallet
and your shirt in my closet
I panicked when I lost it
like how I lost you bit by bit.
**Do I miss you?

In a crowd full of strangers, you're still the first I see.
With so much on my mind, you're still the first thought.
Somehow you always end up as first to me.
You are my most favorite soft spot.

I wouldn't consider you my first love,
but I can consider you as the best one.

You are my favorite work of art.
Beautiful both inside and out.
I call you the king of my heart.
I live for you, without a doubt.

She gave more than she should.
She gave all that she could,
But to him it was nothing,
When she gave her everything.

We breathe for no apparent reason.
We’re scared to live but we do so.
Try to get by whatever season,
Do everything until you know.

Lately, I’ve found myself singing.
The songs coincidentally correlate to you.
Lately, I’ve found myself writing.
All the things I could not state to you.

Your name became my favorite sound.
It would always make my heart pound,
and even make my head spin around.
You’re different from the rest I’ve found.

You and I are forever a fantasy.
A fiction story that can never be.
A never ending story of you and me,
consisting of everything I want to see.

In my story, we were foolishly in love.
My heart was yours, and yours was mine.
Something that I've always dreamed of,
like to have our fingers intertwine.

In the end,
it will still be just a fantasy.
A never ending story of you and me
with endless possibilities that can never be.

The concept of being deceivingly perfect.
For you were the someone who I wanted to stay.
I‘d constantly remind myself not to expect
cause you were a race car in a speeding highway.

I thought that I’d actually be getting somewhere.
We were going in full speed but never stopping.
With the familiar cool breeze running through my hair,
You were just speeding past while I was still walking.

He finally said he loved me.
I write this out with a smile on my face.
I feel as if I'd explode with glee,
he makes me feel like I'm in outer space.

I float as if I'm top of cloud nine,
I don't care what's to come.
All I know is that he is finally mine,
and he's as sweet as bubble gum.

A heart so full had emptied out.
It gave everything it could for you.
You wouldn't meet at the halfway route.
Honestly, it was all you had to do.

His eyes told a story
His mouth never could.
He said he was after the glory,
But there was a secret under that hood.

The mesmerizing aroma
is like the bubbles in soda.
The feeling of satisfaction,
giving into the attraction.
Was willing to give it a chance,
but It tipped over at first glance.

Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.

It’s like hands around my throat,
or plastic around my head.
It’s suffocating with the words I wrote,
and the ones I had never said.

This everlasting torture.
The continuous push and pull.
It's such a beautiful horror,
with butterflies, a handful.