This stupid letter remains in my pocket everyday, as if I'm going to give it to you.

I'm content with being alone...

Maybe because I know it won't be forever.

If all what I just posted
Are not actual poems
Then what are most of the
Words on here considered then?

Knowledge only whets our interest and increases our wonder.

Not going to admit it but
I'm falling for you all over
again.

he likes that we can sit in a comfortable silence together
and he likes that i can talk his ear off about the universe
he likes that i call him cute and that i think he's cute
he likes my hair, whether its short or long
and he likes my lips, he says they're beautiful
oh, and he likes that i read a lot, he says it shows how intelligent i am
and well...he says he likes me
and i like that....
i like him.

where do you go when those colors and that safe place isn't
there anymore?

and just stop wondering if we were meant to be, forget about fate and just hold me.

I don't think that I'd mind the smoke,
I'm used to choking.

and i forget about the world around me when I'm with you.
you make me feel a little less blue.

i'll never be enough
i'll never be the first choice
and i'll never be one again
was i ever actually one?

i'm not sure
i just know that
blades seem to know
exactly what to
say.

You know those movies where
when the girl walks in and she is
incredibly beautiful and
the boy she likes sees her
and he does something dramatic like
dropping whatever is in his hands or
stuttering on his words?

That just happened,
But to me.

Black holes aren't always in space, sometimes they are in our own hearts, and they sure as hell are more dangerous there than in the middle of our galaxy.

"You're not going to change, huh?"
"You said a few months ago that people are born this way...why would it change when it comes to me?"
"I guess I didn't see this coming."
*"I've told you enough times, but you never listened."

my heart and head keep screaming at me.
no amount of medicine will help me sleep nor
drown out this noise called
heartbreak.

The Angels cry at the lost of their beloved.
For a dying heart does not mean
That they will enter Heaven soon.
It just means that there is now less
Life in the world.

he's dangerous, such a dangerous kind of man.
you can see it in his eyes, sometimes they almost seem evil.
while they may be soft, his hands tell a whole another story.
when his hands touch me, the darkness in his fingertips seeps through
and they stain me with black blotches and unheard of obscenities.
like a piece of paper, he writes all over me with a dark ink that cannot be erased.
everyone can see the marks that he's made, and those he continues to make all over me.
he is dangerous, and he is the ink that you see all over me today.

my life is a tragedy.
it is something unavoidable...
something i just simply cannot
escape.

I'm very much in love with my myself.

When I lie close to you
I can feel your breaths.
Your hot, wet,
Air
Exhaling into me.
I accept it
Inside of me
And I
Let it control me.

the future is unclear, but I know what I want.

"But I tell you that men will give an account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken."

she said I'm this way due to a bloodline curse.
that it's already been broken, but
because i've apparently "decided" to live this way
I will continue to suffer for my
"lifestyle".

and he knows exactly the way to make me smile, *its not that hard.

Seems to me like we're
F
  A
     L
        L
           I
             N
                G
But to where?
I don't know.
Most likely
Down
Or possibly even
In love.

How can one be
So sure?

Stop ******* reminding me

would art help me tame this beast or only add fuel to the fury in my fire?

sticking my head in an oven sounds like heaven, but i can't go, i can't do it. I promised i'd stay to so many, i can't break it...

Brotherly hands touched
me last April and
now with this year
my beautiful other
takes his place---
except the difference is that
*I want her to.

now I'm the one crying and cleansing this new bed that doesn't know the feel of your skin on it with my hot tears and endless, muffled screams.

It's hard to forget a year worth of love and memories, wouldn't you agree?

They don't count,
Do they?

and you're absolutely beautiful, but you already knew that.

Look at number #14
I've cried countless times
because of it.

Her eyes switched from
lust to love in a matter of
seconds. I cannot describe the
things I felt in that moment
of time and I do not think
that I ever can.

"are you okay? is everything alright, luv? you look so sad, what happened?"
i told you everything as i cried and you sat and let me sob my way through the story. you listened intently and did not interrupt as i poured my shattered heart onto the table once again. once i finally took a break to let myself breathe, i looked up at you and realized you were smiling.
"what?" i said, completely baffled at how you could smile while I'm a completely wreck.
"you're just so strong, can't you realize that? i know you're hurting right now and you probably do not feel strong whatsoever, but darling, you are one of the strongest people i know."*
you gave me some tips on how to feel better (and thank GOD you didn't tell me you were right about this boy, because as per usual, you were) and you sent me links to simulation games online so we could talk and calm me down.

I'm just so grateful for him, i really truly am.

I'm glad that
you're back.