Contrary to popular belief,
It's not just the inability to sleep.
Insomnia is that feeling of wanting to cry,
The hungry depression,
The blackness overwhelming your cold heart.
It's all the thoughts you refused to think
When you were fully conscious.
Above all else it's an empty, lonely feeling
That one should avoid at all costs,
If such a thing were possible.

I was distant
You should've pulled me closer,
Made me feel loved.
You could've saved me,
You could've held me in your arms
And scared away my demons.
You could've comforted me,
Taken care of me,
Anything but break my heart.

You make me want to laugh,
And you make me want to cry.
You make me want to live,
You make me want to die.
You build up my hopes
Only to crush them again,
I'm constantly falling for you,
Tell me, what do you gain?

It's amazing how after all this time
You still make my heart race
And my eyes fill with tears
And a lump form in my throat.

Dear perfect person,
You know who you are,
I have a poem for you.

Your face is perfect,
And I hate it.
Your body is perfect,
And I hate it.
Your personality is perfect,
And I hate it.
You are perfect,
And I hate it.

That moment when...

.... You see his smile.

.... You see his eyes sparkle.

.... You look into his eyes and feel safe.

.... He pulls you into his arms and squeezes.

.... You get to feel the press of his lips against yours.

.... You feel him worm his way past your defenses.

.... You let down your guard.

.... You let yourself fall...

.... He catches you and doesn't let you go.

That's THE moment.
Go get that moment.

I don't want to feel this way about you
But for some reason I do.
Maybe it's just because I've shared
So much of myself with you,
But I can't help thinking that I want you back.
I know it's just wishful thinking,
And it's never going to happen,
But you were perfect for me,
I just ******* everything up like I always do.