As My eyes open
I smile to myself
Relieved that I didn’t pass away
Glad that I can work on making amends
Glad I can still touch peoples life's
I am jovial that I can tell people I love them
Sad that I have to do it but glad that  I can say sorry to people
Is it normal to have these feelings
As we wake?

You'll think of me when you see clovers
When you hear jokes about Shrek,
when my twentieth birthday rolls around
you won't have the courage to call drunk or sober. When you hear Ed Sheeran's songs, it will remind you of how I went to his concert, you were mad as heck. You'll see Agnes from Despical Me and I will make way into your memory, you'll remember that I cared for you when you were sick, sad and alone, that you messed up and pushed my heart to roam. You'll think of the times we had and how it ended oh so bad, you may try to forget, treat me like **** but don't you see? Long from now something and somewhere will make you think of me.

he has this thing, where he

makes me feel like i matter,

though sometimes im

afraid that its fake

that my heart is going to shatter,

that my heart is at stake.

he does this thing that,

makes my heart pour

with art that i

never knew existed inside of me

before.

he does this thing,  

that makes me go insane,

and use God's name in vain.

he says these things,

that makes me feel the heat rise

to my cheeks

that makes my eyes

grow wide in disbelief.

he does this thing,

/that makes me step into
a fantasy
and out of reality.\


why is it that he does this to me? do i like- no no no. I mean. But i feel like i never want to let him go go go.

he does this thing to me,
and it's tearing me apart.

he doesn't see,
the lovely
art he brings out in me.

can someone just please tell me what is this feeling?