I wish I knew how you feel.
I wish I knew what's on your mind.
Do you think about me still?
Do the same things remind you of me?
Do you dream about me still?
Do you look for me in a crowded place?
Do you think I've forgotten about you?
Do you miss me?
Did you ever love me?
Do you still love me?
Are you hurting as much as I am?
I don't know I don't know I don't know.
I wish I could figure you out.
I miss you.
I don't know how or why.
I look for you in crowded places.
I still dream about you.
So many things still remind me of you.
I'll never forget about you,
And it's killing me inside.

You will not expect it
You will be out with friends
When the news of her existence accidently spills
All over your barstool
Do no wipe it away
Let it tear through the leather,
And stick to all of those who choose to sit there when you leave
You will want to down three more shots of cheap liquor
Then three more, as many more that you need to throw up tonight's words that climbed out of your friend's mouth and into your shot glass
You will mumble regrets into the toilet bowl as your liver aches because it is your punching bag in times like these
You will want to call him and will go as far as holding the phone in your hand with his number dialed by memory
Do not call him
He does not want to hear your drunken proclamations of amour
He does not care for you, no matter how many times your heart has tried to convince you that he does
If he did you would know it because the small things would be the obvious ones
You will wake up the next morning feeling fatigued and cold but though you are in agony you will look forward to more alcohol
Because the burn in your throat is an easier pain to bear than the thought of him kissing someone else
Reality laughs at your consistent attempts to run away from it
And will always be there, standing in the door way the next morning

There was once a boy whom she knew. But she did not know him. Not at all. she didn't know but his name, his face that she could see almost everyday, who he talked to, hang out with, the way he moved, the way he tied his shoes, and things like that she considered being named as "things she didn't know." Not when all she knew about him weren't come from his mouth.
Once, he put his eyes on her, or anybody else but her?--but his eyes sang some songs she never knew that kind of genre exist. His eyes seemed like winter, so cold just like she imagined his heart always was. For her. For a girl like her. His eyes were so big that she could make a home there. She wished she could. How stupid of her to thought of that, right. His eyes were beautiful. So was him. And it felt just wrong for a girl like her to.
He used to look down when he walked across the street. Which made her sad. She thought he should just look up and face the world and just let the sun shines on him. Well, the way she saw it, the sun always shone on him. Maybe it was part of the reason why he was so bright, so bright that it almost hurt to look at him. So bright that her eyes could blind. "You should look up, boy." She whispered as he passed her on the street. It hurt to saw him like that because she thought he was so insecure while insecure always belonged to herself.
His presence was always presented songs. Songs. Nice songs. She could fall asleep but her heartbeat was beating faster than the urge to sleep. Then it meant she was alive, right? She thanked him for making her remember that she was still alive. While she felt as though she was already dead, or let all of her feelings slept. After such a long time.
Now that he looked up amd face the world and that was also the time she noticed she was not the only one who thought his light shine brighter than anyone else. Because some of her friends started talking about him. She didn't know how to feel. But the songs were gone now, followed by his eyes and the world she imagined of him. Or her? But never both. Because, let me tell you the part of this story that should've been told in the first place. It was that she was the sunrise and he was the sunset. And both can never meet. Not in a lifetime.
She found it hard just to hear his name, to he was so far away--while he was just nearby. She even found it hard to saw her friends' eyes laid on him, the way she used to. The way his eyes used to.
But, what were these feelings for? When she only got nothing? so she erased them away, not like that easy. What did the called them? Love? what did she know about love?
and it rained.
"Be happy," she whispered.

A circus lives inside my head

Fortune tellers control my fears

Clowns are in charge of my humor

All you can eat contests make me crave certain foods

A Ferris wheel of thoughts

A merry-go-round of emotions

Jugglers toss around my decisions

Fun House mirrors showing my insecurities

Face painters create my expressions

When will I become the ring master of my mind?

I can feel the fire
licking up my legs until they are charred,
black as my soul is believed to be.
Screams of the innocent echo in my ears.
This was meant to be my funeral pyre.

I **** myself awake
drenched in sweat, with a shriek of pain
catching like a lump in my throat.
Sheets bunched up against me like kindling
gathered to be lit beneath the stake.

I glance around the room
still feeling the eyes of my accusers
bearing into me, hatred blazing the
path of their need for destruction.
“WITCH!”
Many fates sealed with a single word.

Except I am still alive,
the blood of the crimeless flowing through my veins.
Those flames that condemn
spared no one but me, resurrected from the embers.
The Sole Witch of Salem, survived.

What happens to the words
that you neglect to speak?

Those words that sit on the tip of your tongue
but fall short of slipping out,

They just sit on your brain for years to come,
the proof  that you are weak.

I look so good in your clothes,
and even in your bed;
With sunlight dripping down my knees
and your fingers grazing my back.
You've melted into my skin,
and invaded my heart and head.
And love is like your fingertips
as they trace my hips and thighs.
Or how your lips race across my collarbone,
and somehow sink into mine.
And you tear me down so quickly,
with one look and that smile.
I don't know how we've ended up here,
*but I hope you stay awhile.