Talking to you,
It makes me miss you more and more,
With every breath I breathe.
You take my heart,
Swirl it around and do your magic.
Its like I'm in a trance,
Like I've been swept under your spell.

Unable to speak

A’ grip, my heart,
it feels the weakness
that does come of worried dreams

Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul

Alone, is this how it shall be?
Watching the shadows play
in reverse of what is felt?

Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,
hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,
yet merely a dream?

Sitting here I wonder,
these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables
or will the sun find me, waiting,
wishing that I could say?

Words, drew me to you but fear release from my tongue

If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,
sturdy as it may be,
would that brand me a fool?

If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires

You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours

My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…

I sit within this silence,

unable to speak

removing the '' If I could''
when I look at you
hoping you'd say
''I wish you would''

the scent of your being
lingers in my thoughts
eyes that hold my feelings
well into the night

for what do I say
to a beauty such as you
will my meaning go astray
rejection, that powerful fear

removing the ''If I could''
when I look at you
hoping you'd say
'' I wish you would''

Missing him is like looking out the window and realizing it's been raining for three days straight. Moments pass by so fast that you forget they even existed. The raindrops are so thick that the faces in front of you are blurred and you start to drown in the feeling that you get when you see him. The feeling that you get when she wears his sweater and when the air wreaks of the cologne on his neck. You try to avoid the wind that carries his voice around your ears but sometimes you hear it even when he isn't around. It isn't fair that he got to walk away dry and you're still drenched in the mess he made of you.

By Chloe Elizabeth

I'm in the back of your mind.
I'm just that cardboard box of old memories that everyone
leaves on the top shelf,
Allowing it to dust over.
She's in the front of your mind.
She's the box of prized possessions
You look at and think about every day.
What do I mean to you?
Nothing?
Nothing at all?
I want to mean something to you,
I want to mean more than a dusty cardboard box.

It would be so out of character
To treat people how they treat me


But oh how sweet
Revenge could be