I can't get the image of you inside her out of my head.

Anxiety attack in 3...2...

Every time I see a picture of you unexpectedly it makes my mind skip.
You're just so striking.
It's one of the things that makes me think we're right for each other.

But there's so much that makes us wrong.

I'm trying to fill the void.
That's all I'm doing.
All these boys I keep *******
I'm just filling myself with fake feelings
Trying to keep you off my mind.
It doesn't work.
Even when I'm ******* them I'm thinking of you.
Get out of my head
Or get into my bed.

I just want to be held.
Embraced by your arms and shoved into your chest with the passion that I long to feel from you.

I want you to burn me.
Burn me to death and give me new life.
Your cigarette burn holed love.

Entrap me in that brown eyed gaze.
**** ME WITH YOUR EYES!

They say you can tell a sign of attraction by watching where someone looks when they are talking to you.
When words escape your mouth all I can look at is where they are coming from.
Your lips that make me want to bite you.
Your tongue that makes me want to shove you against a wall and hold you there.
So you're mine.

Be mine.

We ****** in my dream last night.
You loved it.
So maybe is was reality.

You're what I've dreamed of since I was 12.

Drunken poems never work for me.
Sitting outside,                      
Smoking my cigarette,
Clutching my bottle of momentary respite
But here I sit writing it.

You inspire this in me.
Not the drinking (to an extent)
But the writing.
Without you I would never of started
Without the pain you unknowingly cause

I smile even though I'm hurt.
You make me smile.
You make me hurt

I'm sad now so this is done.

****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****. ****
I want you to **** me.

Now I'm high and high poetry works really well, as per experience so here we go.

Music always helps me when I write
I just let it take me somewhere.
I'm here now.

I don't know where exactly "here" is, but I like it here.
Nothing matters in the land where the music comes from.
Everyone is free the experience whatever they want to without fear of being judged by anyone because all anybody cares about is how the music makes them feel and the journey that they are on.

And then sometimes you meet that one person that shares a moment with you on your journey.
Someone that has the same experience as you when you hear that cry of the creature of the land that music comes from.
And they are the most beautiful person in the world to you at that moment.
You would do anything for them
In that moment.

And then as soon as the creature of the land where music comes from opens it's mouth to sing that beautiful song that brought you two together he closes it and they disappear.
        
Forever.

Because nobody ever feels the same way about a song twice.
There is always something different the next time.

You're never different.

I love you.
I've loved you for the past 9 months.
There. I said it.
That's out of the way.

I want you.
You don't want me.
Let's get together and sit in a room and I'll be really awkward around you all the time because whenever I look at you I notice some new beautiful feature.
Some laugh line or that the curvature of your right ear is at a higher degree than the curvature of your left ear.
Or that when you smile I can't help but smile because, well look at you.
And I feel that you just look right through me.
I may be many things,
Crazy, for falling for you.
Stupid, for the same reason.
But the one thing I'm not is invisible.
I'm worth looking at.
Even if it's just for a second.

There's something wrong with me.
Not physically, but mentally.
I love too easily.
I never thought that wearing your heart on your sleeve was a bad thing.
Those are the kindest people.
I'm one of them.

And then your sleeve gets torn off by a rabid dog that eats your heart and you die.

Falling in love is stupid.
No, like, on the realist **** it is.
First reason why it's stupid:
You can't decide who you fall in love with.
Like what the **** is that about?!
All of your being just tells you,
Hey you see that person over there?
Well you are going to value them so much,
They are going to make you happy and sad all at the same time
And you won't be able to properly communicate to them how you feel.
And then you'll be friendzoned and it will be the most painful thing that you have ever experienced and you don't know if you'll ever actually get over it.
Doesn't that sound great?

**NO IT ******* DOESN'T

I want to know what you taste like.
I bet it's like cigarettes and alcohol,
My favorite taste.

It's amazing how you can go from being completely smitten by someone and then the next moment feel absolutely nothing for them.
All it takes is that one thought,
I know absolutely nothing about this person
And then the love flies out through your newly opened mind and you are free to think for yourself again.

I'm done doing things for you and I'm going to start doing them for me.

When our sweat dries
          You light your cigarette
                   After I meet your needs.
Will I be like
          The curling smoke
                  You let disappear into the air?

The truth escapes my lips in my dreams, but stays inside when I'm awake.
I'm afraid of you.

You confuse me.
How can one person lie so much and yet I still love them?
I guess you aren't really lying though.
Just not opening your mouth.
Other people are though.
They're revealing you and I'm the only one catching you in your lies and I don't know why I'm not calling you out on it.

Maybe it's that smile.
That's smile I would do anything for.
As you read this (which you eventually will) you'll know who you are.
And you won't be surprised one bit.
You've felt me coming for a while.
You just don't want to hurt me.
And I'm hurt anyway.
I say you're the reason I'm in pain but it's everything but you.

THOSE GIRLS YOU **** HURT ME!
THIS LIES YOU SPEW INTO MY EARS HURT ME!
THE FACT THAT I LOVE YOU SO ******* MUCH HURTS THE HELL OUT OF ME!

...i want the hurting to stop...

I'm a wannabe thief.
I want to steal things from you.
Like a sweater or a shirt.
A glance, a lighter, your glasses.
To steal a kiss would make me the happiest man on Earth.
But most of all I want to steal your heart...
and never let go.
But I'm just a wannabe.

I hope we're always friends.
You showed me a part of your soul tonight.
I saw a glimmer of You.
It was nice.
Better than nice,
Rewarding.
I want to see it more often.
You're a kind soul deep down.
Just as vulnerable as the rest of us.