there's not much to know about me
but there's this boy i love,
and he's my honey bee.

there's not much to know about me
but this boy i love,
he calls me his sweet pea.

and there's so much to know about him
but i don't think sees,
what he truly means to me.

everything about him,
everything little thing,
makes me wanna sing.
sing all about him and what
he does to me.

this boy that i love,
i feel he's sent from above.
this boy that i love,
he tells me i'm someone he's proud of.

but does he know
how much i glow
when he's around?
and does he know
when i'm alone
he's all i think about,
all i think about.

so if heaven is real,
then i feel truly ethereal
when we're together,
and i want him forever.

but forever, isn't long enough,
but i hope i'm strong enough.

I'm scared to go to sleep,

incase tonight my end I meet.

Why is it always just before bed,

that things start happening in my head?

I can feel it coming,

my head starts humming,

but it never gives me time,

to call out or give a sign.

if I'm lucky and someone is there,

I feel happier because I know they care.

you see, I can still hear everything that is said,

even though other things are going on in my head.

I wish they would find a cure,

then I wouldn't have to worry any more.

Then I could go out and play,

knowing I would be seizure free everyday.

i would die for you,
if you would die for me too.
because i've been aching to meet you, in heaven if i proceed to.
'cause we're all a little different once we're laid bare,
and you're so beautiful its impossible not to stare.
encompass me with your angelic embrace,
and watch me shiver in this cold space.
it's not hard to love a ghostly face,
i mean, really, you make my heart race.
you make my heart soar even though that stopped long ago,
my heart is so attached to you it could never let go.
so what is love after death?
after-life dating?
cold-heart mating?
whatever noun it may adopt,
i know, that even once we're dead our love cannot be stopped.

my mother once told me
                you're too nice
you told me
               stand up
my father told me
               grow a backbone
                                            
I can now assure you I am a vertebrate
that I can stand on my own two feet
I can face my foes with dignity
and here I am standing in front of you

Because my sister once told me
               treat ***** like ***** treat you

i love you. i do, i really do. and i’m sorry if it freaks you out sometimes, but these feelings are so overwhelmingly strong that it shakes my whole system even after 2 am. i dream of you constantly and it horrifies me because they seem so real — as if i could still feel it, taste it, remember it like it happened yesterday.

i love you, and it’s scary to think that your words can break me anytime, any moment. i am vulnerable to you, and i think it’s both beautiful and sad how i easily & effortlessly gave it all up just so i could be with you. there’s just something — God knows what — that made me want to be with you even though i’m aware that you’re galaxies away from me.

i love you, and i love how i feel beautiful when you say that you are in love with me too. God, you are my favorite. i must admit that i have kissed & loved enough boys to know what brokenness truly feels like, but you mended me just like i’m something familiar, something you’ve been fixing your entire life. it’s a sick, mad world we’re living in, but you make it seem less agonizing whenever i hear you say those three words at 3 am, 4 pm, or 11 pm.

i’m in love with you, and it’s more intoxicating than the cigarettes and the alcohol i’ve taken in my whole life combined, and i don’t even want to be sober. you are the high even without the drug. you are the euphoria even without the ******* (beautiful) fireworks. you are the emotion even without the words.

i love you, and it’s okay if you can’t put it into words — how you feel — because even the silence i spend with you is enough to give me butterflies in my empty stomach. i don’t know what time it is, but it’s past midnight, and i’m still writing about you. i am a mess for and because of you, and my handwriting is proof. you shake my system even when you’re not there, and my dear, this is rare.

i love you dearly, with all honestly, and with all faithfulness. and i can’t help but think about you, every **** day. you’re both my drug and my antidote. my poem. my sunlight, my stars. my soul.

and i hope you love me too, as much as i love you.

The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you