It creeps up slowly
And starts to scratch at your chest.
Your throat closes in
While your cheeks become damp.
You try to shut your eyes
But it continues to close in.
The dreams begin to choke you
And that's when it seeps in.

Eyes mesmerized on each other,
Lights travel across your calm face
While we lean our heads back
On the back seat of my car.

Tingling fingers,
Absent feelings in our hands
As our grip tightens
Between our tangled palms.

Half grins come to play,
The bridge passes overhead
And the music embodies
Our mind and soul.

We tilt our heads,
I grab the side of your soft neck,
Our lips meet and the moon glistens
On our innocent skin.

Tears of anxiety fall from my eyes
But I bite my tongue in time to block the dam.
To them,
The small pockets of water symbolize my weakness.
Their voices drown my head with how I should feel
Instead of open ears and open arms to my aching heart.
Loneliness has never felt so lonely around people you love;
You pour your soul into their hands,
But you get the back of their heads in return.
All I want is to cry into your arms about petty problems
And to know you will still be there for me in the morning.
But to everyone else,
Sadness and emptiness is looked down upon.
So I slumber away in the back of my head,
And hide with the rest of my bottled up emotions.

Fourth cigarette in
And you still can’t burn away the haunting memories.
Drowning in five dollar drinks
His caring words burn my throat as the alcohol sinks deep.
Miles forbid our souls to meet
So my heart weeps rivers of unforgettable kisses.
I drunkenly call to see if he’s alright
But my feelings take over and intoxicate my self-control.

Strolling amongst a crowded city,
The sea of strangers drown my weak body.
They hold me down and scream,
"You're not smart enough!"
And continue to yell,
"You're not pretty enough to make it in this petty world of ours!"

******* out any confidence from my lungs,
Breathing becomes difficult.
My frail body left with scars from their crude words
That still burn through my skin.

I scream for my mom,
And yell for my dad.
But their backs are turned as I keep drowning in misery.

My voice slowly fades away
As the sea of strangers flood my entire body.

needles and tubes
stuck in uncomfortable places.
tears and voices
drown the isolated room.
family and friends
gather around my weak body.
doctors and nurses
ask me too many questions i do not know.
pain and confusion
race through my veins.
six days and seven nights
haunt my soul as i lie in one position.
love and support
guide my body back to health.
happiness and relief
echo every day just knowing i am happy to be alive.

Your heart floods Love into my bedroom floor
As your ocean’s kisses refuse to stop kissing my shore.
Your skin is what my lips adore
And the goosebumps rise to leave me wanting more.

Exploring the crevices along your body's skin,
For your lips are my favorite sin.
Butterflies burst with every grin,
And the tingling sensation makes my mind spin.

Love is one of the most dangerous feelings I have experienced in this little, pointless life of mine.

It has the power to make one feel like you are on top of the world,
but also has the power to break your heart and mind into a million little pieces that can never be put back together.

I have seen it tear apart pleasant relationships,
and I have seen it mend together even the deepest wounds.
It has the ability to melt one’s walls and let anything and anyone in,
but also forces one to put up every guard he or she owns just to make sure that heartbreak does not happen again.

Love gives one strength to care about others,
only to rip the most beautiful smile off of one's face when it disappears.
It is something the best and worst people will feel at least once in his or her life,
and it is something he or she will learn to love or hate.

Either way, it is an inevitable feeling that I personally do not mind because it teaches me to be a better person;
no matter how good or bad it treats me.

Trapped in the bottle of reality
I bang on the glass to scream for help.
Trying to tip the bottle with my forceful body,
I begin to roll down the massive hill of the sad truth:
There is no getting out.
I aim the heavy bottle toward the ocean,
Hoping someone will save me.
I am the message in a bottle crying for a solution,
Waiting to be found.