I haven't seen you in 15 days
my soul is scattered

Irrational
Fortunately poems don't have to make sense

If I could just tone it down

It's like an itch I can't scratch
A wound I can't bind
Blood seeps out and I can't do anything about it

I just wish I could erase the memory of your touch lingering on my skin...

I hate the fact that you know I have feelings for you
And I hate knowing that you don't

I put my love for you in a jar
And placed it on the dusty shelf
in the cellar.
This way I can pretend it's not there anymore
Tucked away in a dark corner of my heart

Trembling I hold the scalpel in my hand
I know what I have to do
I have diagnosed myself and come to the conclusion that
It has to be cut off.
I can feel the pain spreading through my limbs
like liquid lead
cold.

Sometimes, he's just not that into you.

I've been searching for poems
I can relate to
It's three in the morning and I didn't find anything
It should be about a girl falling in love with a dreamweaver
Anyone care to write it?

Where is Darkness? Where his beast?
Where do mighty eagles feast?
Fire's dead, the wind is still
and shallowness is all I feel

If I could wish for a superpower
It would be to control
my falling
in love

The memory of
You
          still
lingering
           in my
           thoughts