the human heartbeat.
     It's a rhythmic song that never ends.
For me, it means that I am alive. I am here to serve a purpose, whatever that may be. Sometimes I just lay my hand over my chest to feel it beating. And others heartbeats, well that's a different story.

      Others heartbeats give me hope.
It's a melody that soothes my crazy mind and it gives me something to hold on to when everything seems to be falling apart. I guess that's why I love it so much, it's always there.

thinking either creates depression,
             or cures it.

i am terrified of the things you come up with when your alone.

            your sweet words fool everyone around you

you remember your first love like it just happened yesterday

        and i remember the look in your eyes when you told me about it like its my only memory i have left to hang on too of you

         maybe someday you'll understand why im so afraid of you
        
                 its not your actions,
     its not being afraid that you don't love me to the extent that i love you, or even the way you say my name like its the last thing that you have to save you;
from yourself

          a comparison of those things would be quite unrational in all actuality

                 what am i scared of?
         im so scared,
so deathly afraid,

                              of your mind.

    of the way your eyes shimmer in the darkness.

       ive never been so speechless because of a person.

     never so embarrassingly speechless

               about a persons drowning midnight blues,

        or the way someones lines in their hand connect on the right side perfectly coming to a cease beside
their black painted fingernail

            or so in love with one single freckle that rests right in the middle of someones
rosy left cheek

   never in my life have i ever been so petrified of a single
tear drop
escaping someones so heartbroken,
but yet so lovely sea colored eyes

        and never had i moved as fast as i did,
when i lifted my shaking hand to your face to wipe away that trace of sadness that knocked all of the breath out of my body

im scared not because its no longer about me,

         im scared because your the first thing that has ever made it no longer about me

Nobody will ever understand why I fell in love with you the way I did.
                          So hard,
    so passionately.  
           But that's okay, I didn't ask them to. I hope somebody gets the privilege to feel the things you have inflicted on my heart.
                 The last time we kissed,
I whispered
                             goodbye into your lips, but I'm still trying to figure out what      

                    goodbye really is.

She has a mind full of endless ideas and veins pumping nothing but the most extravagant words.

                 She stares off into the sunset admiring it's glowing beauty, never once stopping to see me beside her, admiring her own.

       Her tears roll off her cheek onto my arm wrapped around her securely, and with every wet mark they leave on my skin, my heart aches a little more.

          She listens to music that explains what she could never describe and I listen to every word, only growing closer to the girl with the hidden heart.
      
        She drifts off to sleep and I hear her restless breathing.

      Her eyelashes flutter, her fingers twitch, and she scoots closer seeking a home

                   within my arms.
  
    And that's the only thing I can give her that will always be there.
        
              My heart, my arms. A warm secure place that she can call home.
    
      No matter where I go,
who we become, and where we end up,
My arms will always only serve one purpose.
  
                     A home for the beautiful
sunset watching, heartbroken, searching girl that I call my best friend.

heartbreak is the most common illness.

love is insane.  or maybe, love has just made me insane.

cancer kills. diseases ****. plagues ****.
    
    heartbreak kills.

maybe not literally, maybe not pure true death,
                  but,

     heartbreak kills.

sunsets fade, stars lose interest, flowers are pale and lifeless, and everything you see, smell, feel, hear

  reminds you of the culprit of the illness.

heartbreak may not cause pure, true death,

          but it induces the closest thing possible while still breathing.