I don't know what love is anymore
I could just as easily confuse it with how I feel about cigarettes

addicting and enjoyable
yet it's killing me

we are fire
i am the orange ember, the coldest part of the flame
you are the white hot tip of at the head of the match head
it sometimes flickers blue

you are blue
i hate blue, i always have
i am red
making purple sounds like a delightful endeavour
but i am reminded of the love bite (why are they called that)
that you left
it was purple, it hurt for weeks
it turned green

i hate you.
i hate blue.
i hate the white flame.

Am I your rose?
A unique love under the bell jar?

I look at you, You look at me
Your prussian blue eyes
Pierce my being

A love that is ethereal,
Divinely orchestrated
A symphony of sweet surrender
The Angels sing I love you

Come to your rose,
Tend to me
I am no common rose
I am your rose,
I am unique in all the world,
Because of the time you have wasted on me.

I havnt written here in a while
I know what I write here aren’t actually poems I just like to share my thoughts
I had always been the one who ended a relationship
Not saying much there were only two.
So when the time came for this one to end I was very shocked
I know nobody is reading this because everyone I would use this with left it behind
So I will use it to type how I feel
I never thought it would end like this
You were the perfect girl
The person who was always there for me when I needed you
You always cared and comforted me
I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend
I wish I could go back and do things differently
I would try a little harder
Tell you much I care one extra time
Do everything I could to be there for you like you were for me
I know you say it’s just who I am and I can’t help it but I would do anything for you
I just wanted it to work out as much as you did
I just want you to be happy
But I also want to be the reason you are happy
So when you said being with me makes you unhappy it made me feel like the worst kind of person
The kind of person who isn’t there for someone who needs them
I’m sorry for not caring enough
I’m sorry for not loving you enough
I know you don’t want me to be but I can’t help it
All I want is you and I didn’t see it coming
So when u called me that night after u left me and drove away the last thing I expected is what came out of your mouth.
For I am truly heartbroken

She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave

i’ve written poetry about you
i’ve dreamed dreams of you

you were once a mystery
and a hopeful wish

but now you are here.