Veins
I can feel you, in my veins
Within every breath I take
You're like my oxygen.

I can feel you, in my veins
In between every heartbeat.
You're that blood that pumps up through my veins.

You're that rush, that adrenaline.
You're that matter inside me, that dark matter.
You keep my body working you're in my veins.

Oh how I miss you and you're in me
Oh I miss you and you're everywhere
Oh I miss you and you're it all.

Oh I miss you, oh how I miss you!

Oh how much I love you and you're not here. Oh how much I need you, yet you don't need me.

Oh how, how much I adore you.

And I'm here
Sitting alone in this dark park
And the only thing on my mind
Is how sad I am,
So sad I can't even cry.
So sad I've become numb
So sad, I don't even know what's going on
And I'm sad, once again,
I'm depressed.

I look back
See how you held me
I look back,
I see your kindness,
How caring and loving you were
All I can think about
Is about the time I spent with you
And how I wish I would've spent even more time
With you.
I miss you, that's all I can say.
We all miss you.

Querido, sin ti todo se mira oscuro,
nada tiene sentido.
Oh, amado mío, cuanto te extraño.

Al andar por las calles, pareciera que los postes de luz
no existieras, todo lo veo oscuro, sin color, sin matiz.

¿Qué será de mí? ¿Qué haré yo sin ti?

Debo afrontar la realidad:
Tú ya no estás, estoy más sola que nunca.

Oh bien amado, deja tu orgullo, y ven a mí.
Te amo, haz que todo tenga sentido de nuevo.

Porque para amarte no necesito más razón
Que éste pequeño, frágil corazón.
Sos a quien amo, sos a quien sueño,
Sos a quien anhelo, sos al único que quiero.
No hay nadie más en éste mundo con quien quisiera estar. Porque sos a quien llegué a amar, sos el que me enseño a amar, sos el que me enseño a descubrir lo que cualquier cosa insignificante a mi vista, tenía significado. Todo se ve diferente sin vos, todo se veía diferente con vos. Fuiste y serás a quien yo amé incondicionalmente.

I keep on asking myself
Why do I write all of these poems
All about you,
Even if they started off differently
Why do I keep on loving you so much
After all this harm?
Is this even good?
I mean, it's a beautiful way of masochism
But I love it, of course I do,
I love you,
It's masochism

I have scars
I have scars on my soul
I have scars
I have scars on my arms
I have scars
I have scars all over my body
I have scars, that's why I am how I am
So please, accept me.
Accept me, embrace me, love me.
Because that's what I need,
I don't need rejection.
You'll just make more scars.

They're eating me alive
It's eating me
It's driving me crazy
It's 5:30 in the morning
I haven't slept
It's killing me
I don't think I might be able to overcome it
But I'm not brave enough
To pull the trigger

All I can see is smoke            
I can't see anything
It's raining hard
I can't see anything, I can just smoke.
My head is filled with smoke.
There's nothing I could possibly use in my head,
It's made up of bad thoughts and smoke.

There's so much smoke in my head
There's so much smoke to see.
There's too much of everything.

Smoke, smoke, smoke.
Smoke, that's all I can do,
Smoke.
Hoping that my problems will go away.
I guess smoke does take a great place in my head.
I'll keep on smoking, so it take it all up, so it takes up
My whole head, my whole mind.

Smoke, thoughts and failures, that's what I'm made of.                       -M.B.H.

No no darling
You're not the reason I'm crying
No no, don't feel so important.

I want to puke,
The little I had left inside
I rushed on to pour them into you.
Now, I see why wise men say, only fools rush in
But oh well, I've always proved myself as a fool.

I feel like a piece of trash,
For I was stupid on trusting in someone again.
I feel like a joke to you
When it's usually the other way around
Tables were turned, just your way, not mine.

It seems like you've taken all my motivation away.
I cannot read, write or do anything anymore.
What spell, what curse did you put on me?
What have you done?
I guess you took the last piece that was left

En éstas tardes de marzo,
Cuento para atrás para dormirme.
Nada funciona, éste frágil corazón
No aguanta más.

En estás tardes lluviosas de Marzo,
Escucho tu voz en todos lados.
Siento tu pulso en mis venas,
Siento tu calor en mi piel.

¿Por qué no estás acá?
¿Por qué perdí valor para ti?
¿Adónde te metiste?

El frío, la lluvia, todo hace sentido.
Todo apunta a que lo nuestro ha terminado. Todo apunta a que no me esperaste.

Eres mi lagaña, porque cada vez que me levanto eres lo primero que siento. Eres de esas lagañas que no se quitan tan fácilmente. Esa lagaña que se queda en tu ojo y que duele quitarla.

En éstas tardes de marzo, eres en lo único que pienso.

I want to fly
I want to be free
I want to be an angel,
Have wings,
Go away.
I want to jump
Get out of here for once
Should I jump?
Should I fly?

Is this even normal?
This feeling of missing you like the moon misses the sky every morning?
You're like this breathing poem
The poem that breaks you over and over
The poem that drags you in it every time
The poem that you love the most
The poem that keeps making you cry
But it's still your favorite one
You make me cry,
You make me mad
You make me love you
You make me passionate

I can see right through you,
You're not that cold person you want to be.
Your heart is tender, mild; but you just don't want people to know about it.

I get it, your hurt, you're trying not to get hurt. But you've  seen yourself at your worse and you know your worth more than that.

Don't let it bring you down.
Bring that wall you've built down, you'll see you'll find beautiful flowers along the way.

Don't torture yourself, 'cause that's all you do.

I got a problem
I'm in trouble.
I like you, way too much; even more than I should.
Look at your right, I'll be there, waiting.
I love you, and you're my trouble.
It seems I like being troubled.
If there's anything or anyone who should be my trouble, it should be you.

How could you leave me?
How could you? While I was in trouble, while I was in pain?
How, oh how will I ever see the day light again? I have no one, and yet you left me.

Why do we turn into these hurting creatures out of nowhere?

Can you show me your arms?
Can you show me your legs?
Can you show me your face?
Can you shoe me your soul?
Baby girl, it will all be alright
Stop cutting
Stop crying
They're not worth it.
At the end, you're all you have.

I like...
Your smile, how you laugh
I like the way you look at me
I love it when you kiss me
I love it how you make me feel
As I'd everything suddenly disappeared and it all was perfect.
I like how perfect you are,
But the only thing I hate is that
I haven't met you.
We'll meet at the right time
Or maybe I have met you, but I just don't know you're the one.

It's funny I write these poems
For someone I don't know.

To end this, I'll just say,
I love you

You will never be let down by anyone
more than you will be let down
by the one you love most in the world
it’s how gravity works
it’s why they call it “falling”
it’s why the truth is harder to tell
every year you have more to lose
but you can choose to bury your past
in the garden by the tulips
water it until it’s so alive
it lets go
and you belong to yourself
again

When you belong to yourself again
Remember forgiveness
is not a tidy grave
It is a ready loyal knight kneeling before your royal heart

Call in your royal heart
Tell it bravery cannot be measured by a lack of fear
It takes guts to tremble
It takes so much tremble to love
Every first date is a ******* earthquake

Sweetheart, on our first date
I showed off all my therapy
I flaunted the couch
Where I finally sweat out my history
I pulled out the photo album from the last time I wore a lie to the school dance
I smiled and said “that was never my style
Look how fixed I am
Look how there’s no more drywall on my fist
Look at the stilts I’ve carved for my short temper
Look how my wrist is not something I have to hide” I said
Well I was hiding it

The telephone pole still down from the storm
By our third date I had fixed the line
I said listen
I have a hard time
I mean I cry as often as most people *** and I don’t shut the door behind me
I’ll be up in your face screaming “SEATTLE IS TOO RAINY SEATTLE IS TOO RAINY
IM NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO LIVE HERE.”
I sobbed
on our fourth date

I can’t live here
In my body, I mean
I can’t live in my body all the time it feels too much
So if I ever feel far away know I am not gone
I am just underneath my grief
Adjusting the dial on my radio faith so I can take this life with all of it’s love and all of it’s loss

See I already know that you are the place where I am finally going to sing without any static meaning
I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already

it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.

Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there better be a thousand separate heavens
for all of my separate parts
And none of those parts are going to be wearing the romance from the overpriced vintage rack
That is to say I am not going to get a single speed bike if I can’t make it up the hill
I know exactly how many gears I’m going to need to love you well
And none of them look hip at the coffee shop
They all have God saying “good job you’re finally not full of *******”
You finally met someone who’s going to flatten your knee caps into skipping stones

Baby, throw me
Throw me as far as I can go
I don’t want to leave this life without ever having come home
And I want to come home to you
I can figure out the rain.
- Andrea Gibson, Royal Heart

I feel uncomfortable with it all
Life's turning out like ****.

Can I scape it?
I really wish I could.
I'm just not brave enough to pull the trigger.

I wish this wasn't my life.
I really wish it was someone else's.

Siento como si ya no pudiese con esta carga, con todo esto. Pero, ¿qué puedo esperar de una vida en ls cual todo se desvanece fácilmente? No se que hacer ya, mi vida es como si yo y los demás fueran fantasmas y anduviera en una nube.

Estoy aburrida de mi realidad
Estoy aburrida de mi vida,
De la misma rutina cada día
De no poder levantarme,
De no salir y forzarme a respirar
Estoy cansada, cansada de no tenerte a mi lado
Estoy aburrida de ser yo, de no poder cambiarlo todo.

And again, I'm here, lying...
wanting to die. Thoughts keep on spinning through my head.
Am I not enough? What the **** am I doing here.
Oh well enough said.
I hope someday I can finally find true
happiness.
I'm like a flower, with no petals left.
He loves me , he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me.

Love is a funny thing.

I write this with tears on my eyes,
To you, beloved:
Was her enough for you?
Did she give you the best kisses, the best hugs?
Or is she prettier?
I still don't understand how you crawl back to the person who hurt you once. Instead of ataying with the one who gave it all

I hate it
I hate this feeling
As if nothing is worth it
As if the world was black and white

It's currently raining outside
The sky cries with me

It's just not a good day
But I really feel as if I can't
Can't take it anymore

I think about love so much that I am not surprised that I don’t remember addresses or phone numbers because there is simply not enough space in my brain. I wonder if the graffiti downtown makes you realize you haven’t spoken to me since your hand waved goodbye like a windshield wiper trying to sweep away a hurricane. I wonder if you look at the moon and think of how excited I get every night when I can guess the number of stars. But then I remember that there are a lot of places that you could be, and with me is not where you are. - Karys aka K.P.K. via Ipoetried

Hardest thing ever*
Having to deal with too much at the same time.
In my case, emotional, mental and physical problems.
A W E S O M E

I woke up, freezing, in the middle of summer, because of the cold beneath these covers.
I miss you, you've changed.
You're not here, where have you been?
With whom?
Come back, don't leave me with these empty covers.
Will you please, please come back?
Will you take care of me?
Will I not be cold at night?
Come back.

How dare you say you miss me?
How dare you say you're a man?

Man up!
I gave it all to you.
All those "I love you"s, that night.
That night, as we cuddled,
what were you thinking?

Did you think you would think of me this way?
Did you think you loved me?
What were you thinking

No, I am not your toy.
Thank you for your kind offer, but no.

If I could, I would hug you everyday
If I could I would drown into your eyes
If I could, I'd escape just to see you
If I could,
If I could say how much I love you
Face to face, I'd be so happy
I want you, I want your arms wrapped around me
Only the opportunity of looking right into your eyes
Would make me happy
But I can't, you're a thousand miles away

Am I about to lose my mind?
I can't think enough
I can't think too much
I can't think, not even a bit.

I overthink, therefore I do think.
I oversleep, I stay up late at nights though.

I don't feel as if I were living.
It all feels like a dream, as if I were floating,
floating through my life.
Not living my life.

Barely,
Existing.
Maybe, maybe, I haven't lost my mind *YET