Burn me.
Burn away the rotting flesh
of the bitterness left inside
my heart and soul.
Burn away the sadness
that is carved into my
mind.

Transform me.
Transforming the mind to believe
in love over hatred.
To believe that I can be something
more than just a common
girl living alone.

Love me.
I want to feel the love
radiate off you as you smile
or speak to me.
I want to know you love me
every day, even if it's just
three words that you tell me,
or the way you kiss my cheek
after asking me if you can.

Be something.
I want to be one
in breath and the beating of
our rapid hearts.
I want to feel the way you
shiver when I hold your hand
because I am too.
Because I love you, and I want
us to be something.
I want this, to be something that one day
you tell your wife and kids
if we take different ways.

I just want to live in the present,
not the past or future
but the now.

Please write me a letter,
just respond to me.
Please text me back,
I hate being ignored.
Please walk me to class,
it shows you actually care.
Please hold my hand,
but then again I don't want that.

I want attention,
and you used to give so much.
There's nothing now,
no good morning,
a rare good night.
I tell you I love you
while you don't reply.

I'm mentally exhausted
of all these tricky games.
What ever happened to
you and me against the world?
Or did that burn up in flames?

We were a matching pair,
but as soon as you left
the game appeared to be fair.

Never mind the noises in my head,
I  just want to know that you're okay
all alone in your bed.

No more arms to wrap me,
but you have someone for sleep
while I'm just left be.

It's not that it's bad to be gone,
but I miss you too much
for you to be done.

Music is coursing
through my
blood vessels
as we danced
to some
slow song.

Your head was
against my chest
and my head
was leaning
on yours
and I loved
this feeling
of actual
closeness.

As a child I
dreamed for
this moment
when I felt actual
happiness.
I was told to
put whatever makes
me happy in my world,
so I put you
in my world.

I love you,
I'll never stop
even when we're 80
my emotions will remain
strong and steady,
because I know that
I love you more than
anyone should
love another
human being.

You remind me of death.
But not the kind that
people began to
romanticize.

You remind me of a
dying phone
battery since you're
always counting
down.

Or the decrease in points
at a tournament that
I never win
because you're on
the team who
won.

You also remind me of
the decrease
in light on a
cloudy day so
there's no beautiful
sunset to
admire.

You remind me of yourself.
Cold, bleak, hateful, and
shameful of your
previous mistakes.

But besides all this,
I still find time to
admire you and
find time to
fall for you,
even when we
hate each other.

You were my goal
of 2014.
I would have you
along with
happiness.

I had you for a second
before I tore away
screaming.

You aren't my goal
of 2015.
You cause me
tragedy & despair.
But now I'm
your goal of
2015.

That is where
the problem
begins.