My love for you burns

Brightly enough that

Shadows avoid me

There is peppermint on my breath
A leftover candy cane from Christmas
That my lips whispered sorrows to
Before crushing it between my teeth
Much like you crushed my heart

You were there for me in the only way you knew how

Don't worry, it's my turn now

And I am begging you, whatever you do

DON'T. LOOK.





You looked, didn't you?

I looked at the love poem and felt a wave of guilt because it wasn't for me, just the person he thought I was.

He is longing for someone that doesn't exist.

I don't have the heart to tell him, but I know that until I do, he will keep dreaming about a version of me that is a far cry from my actual self.

I'm so sorry.

The girl he loves can never return his love for her because..I made her up.

He fell in love with the mask I wore just to please him, I pretended to like all the same songs and to keep quiet when all I wanted to do was speak and I spoke when all I wanted to do was stay silent and he fell in love with everything I'm not.

How am I supposed to explain that I broke his heart trying not to break it?

Everything happens for a reason
But sometimes the reason is:

You needed to learn something new

Or

You needed to be reminded of something

And the only way was by getting ripped up into tiny little pieces and wondering if, perhaps, the local crafts store has enough super glue to be able to hold all of your shattered hopes and dreams in place.

Oh, but I'm not even a daisy.

I'm just a blade of grass.

You don't really want to be with someone like me, though

And it's true

My heart has been broken too many times

By too many things and too many people

I would try my best to be there for you, but sometimes, I wouldn't be

Sometimes, I'm not even there for myself

There are days when I am filled with dark grey clouds

And others when all I speak is rainbows

You would probably suffer on both kinds of days

Knowing, on the somber ones, that my own thoughts were suffocating me

And then, on the good ones

Knowing that the weather might soon change

The sound of the music box
Isn't nearly enough
To drown out
The sound
Of my still breaking heart

It's nothing
Absolutely
Nothing
Like the sound of the rain falling
Like the shriek of a train passing by
Like the wind brushing against your cheek
Like the silent footsteps of a cautious child
Like the last moment I looked away

I love it to the point I hate it. I hate how it's making me feel things that I've buried and reminding me of myself. I hate how my mouth is curving at the same time my eyes water and my mind takes a trip across the span of my lifetime and reintroduces itself to every person it ever knew.

I hate how it reminds me of you.

I'm not feeling very poetic
I look at my work, and I loathe it
It's missing something
It always is

Sadness and fear rise up inside my soul

We're apart and I no longer feel whole

Perhaps the heart can never be controlled

But I'd give anything to be the one

That's by your side when the day is done

I held my breath as

If I already knew that

Your soul has great depths