You asked
                    me
                          w
                              h
                                ­ y...
      and I told
you
          so.
But
       then I
             asked
         myself that
same que s t
                       i
                        o
                          n..
Now I
         don't
                    k
                       n
                           o
                               w...

4 weeks ago.
12 weeks ago.
35.
73.
It's been 73 weeks since you threw that sponge at me.
It's been 73 weeks since you covered me in paint,
your unrelenting love began to drip into my heart.
It's been 17 months since you kissed me because I was too afraid to kiss you first.
It's been a year and a half of lovely explosions.
But it only took me one day to break your heart.

Now I'm starting to wonder who really lost more.

This is not my poem but a poem one of my friends wrote. Enjoy.

Where is my happiness?
Who took my smile?
What can shed light,
On this darkness awhile?
I don't know who I am.

With nowhere to go,
And no one to please,
My heart is paper,
And crumbles with ease.
I don't know what to do.

No one gives me instructions.
There isn't a "how-to" on life.
So stop pulling me in a million directions.
Because your words hurt like a knife.
I don't know how to let go.

Yet here I am, still standing today.
I'll keep pushing through, I won't give up.
Even though I've gone astray.
Life comes with many hiccups.
I will be found.

Stop right now.
You may be reading other poems or numbing your mind on facebook.
But just stop, and think.
How did you get here?
Your parents met, they fell in love, and one day unexpectedly or expectedly (hooray for both) you came along, a new life, into this universe.
Let's take it back a few...billion years.
The earth formed, cells had begun their transformation from single organisms to multicellular organisms, and here came along the animals.
Now you might be thinking, "What in God's name does this have to do with me?"
Just wait.
Mammals, reptiles, and all sorts of creatures now roam the earth.
Soon, mammals start to evolve and here comes Man.
Intelligent, willing, and curious.
These are our ancestors. All of our ancestors.
Now think, what would have happened (or rather not have happened) to us had our ancestors died, billions of years ago. What would have happened to you specifically had your ancestor not lived the amount of time they had? You most likely would not be here now would you?
Your grandparents, somehow out of billions of people stumbled upon each other and fell and love. Then here come your parents, children, having no idea who they're going to grow up to be, or who they're going to marry. They just happened to marry each other, then here comes you. Whoever you may be.
Everything, from the beginning of time has worked out precisely, perfectly for you to be living right here, right now.
And that makes you the most significant person out there now doesn't it?

You know that feeling. Everyone does. But that certain feeling, when your gut is being pulled and twisted. And your chest ****** dry. Your eyes are sunken into your skull and your limbs made of glass. Dust in your mouth and your ears refuse to let in a single sound. Paralyzed. Your brain and your body. Get the hell away from me. No, stay! The first one is for everyone else the second is for me. Do I really mean that much? You’re smart, you tell me. Keep talking, keep thinking. That’s what’s keeping you here. No don’t talk. The secret will slip and then you’ll trip and fall. Just think, think, and think. About what? About anything of course! But there’s one thing that you can’t stop thinking about. Now keep it to yourself. Because, shh, we can’t let the secret slip, now can we? Cold air rushing in, gripping and tearing at the skin. You remember don’t you? Breathe, you have to, don’t stop breathing. Magnificent we got what we needed. No there’s more. But what? It’s not over so quiet! I don’t know what but there’s more. Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s coming, wait for it. Time is our enemy. **** it, beat the time. You understand, don’t you? No, of course you do. What a stupid question. Stupid questions. And this is all happening right here, right now, right then, right where? Right here that’s where! Right then that’s now! Now do you understand? Yes, of course. Just what I thought, just what we think. What we think. Are we one? We’re one. Us. Him. Her. Them. They. All plurals, all together yet apart. Wait, what? I DON’T KNOW! Don’t ask me! I didn’t do this you did! I know I did but why didn’t you stop me! Save it! Please, I’m begging. Who cares? They do. Who does? No one does. Really? That’s what I thought what we thought. You have no idea what you’re doing do you? Of course I do. Why do you say that? Because I know you. Who doesn’t? I don’t. Yes you do. Never together always apart. What was that? What was what? You tell me you’re the one paying attention! To what!? To everything! I talk to you, you are supposed to talk to me back! It’s how this works. Make sense! Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s closer! You can stop it! Just finish it! Cut it. What it? That it? What’s it?! It’s it! It’s over. What is? It. Don’t you understand? By now I don’t really expect you to. It is everything. It is everyone. It is anything, something, that thing. What thing? That thing! Don’t you get it now? Tick, tock, tick, tock. Spin around the clock. Life’s a clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. When the bell rings. What happens then? What happens when? Secret, slipping. Flesh, peeling. I DON’T KNOW! Stop. STOP ALL OF THIS! Shh. Do you hear that? Hear what? I said shut up. Do you hear it? Exactly, do you hear, “it.” It is nothing. It is everything. It is time. It is our ally and our enemy. Our destruction and our life. When your gut is being pulled and twisted, your chest ****** dry, eyes sink into the back of your skull, dust, no sound, paralyzed. Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s only a matter of time. Your life spins around and around. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Your life on a clock.

The steam, your lungs pumping the breath in and out.
Your voice, as smooth and dark as obsidian.
I'm holding you, but the nights freezing touch takes away the heat.
The curves and ridges of your body fit perfectly with mine.
I can hear your heart beat, in sync with mine.
Our limbs tangled.  Your eyelashes, fluttering against my skin.
Our lips barely touch, yet you pull away, smiling. Teasing.
I pull you in, over me, your lips, as soft as clouds.
You wrap your legs around me and pull me in closer.
I lift off of you and I open my eyes to see you smiling.
You laugh at the gravity of the situatioin. You laugh at the fact that you won't be able to let go.
And neither will I. But we don't know it yet. The black holes where our hearts should be. ******* in everything we are and everything we will be. We won't let go. But we don't know that yet.
We are covered in a veil of love and blindedness.
The steam, your lungs pumping the breath in and out.
Your voice, as smooth and dark as obsidian.
Another night awaits us, another night filled with sweat and love.