I ruin it all,
All of it,
Every ounce of my energy,
When I over-think things way too much,
I drown myself in thoughts,
Slowly kills my happiness,
Like a cigarette does to the lungs,
Like insecurities **** my self esteem,
Like lies killed my trust,
I wish I could just make the picture in my head be real,
My ideal life I wish I could plan,
Over-thinking
Over-think
Over
and
Over
and
Over
Questions that come to my mind,
Nor the answers I want to find,
An answer to a question which will bring me to over think once you respond to,
Will make me once more,
Numb and blue,
Why'd you ever give up on me?

Walking me home,
Your hand slips down to the small of my back,
Guiding me to my door again,
It feels like a routine by now,
Never have gone past this paneled glass door,
Where just one date has led to something,
Something much more,
I can feel the breeze on my skin,
Sends shivers down my spine,
And the purple-blue tones casted on that face of yours,
The colours of the city lights
And the hope in your eyes,
For how long will I sit here in gaze,
Your a constant reminder of what I've always wanted,
Or a reminder of what could've been,
I never thought it be this hard,
Just *Walking me home again

They say puzzle pieces fit perfectly,
It's the same when I am with you,
I guess what they say must be true,
Puzzle pieces that seem to find their way to make a perfect picture,
If only I could paint that picture with you,
We may not say it but I knew,
Knew what you wanted,
Was what I wanted too,
Our bodies were like mere images of the pieces,
Between all the folds and creases,
How oddly arranged but fit together in such symphony,
Similarly and differently,
Like how you can carry me in your arms,
Or how my head can rest on your chest,
Like how your arms wrap around my entire body,
Or how my tiny hands fit in your gigantic ones,
Like how our bodies grasp for air in our lungs,
or how I can hear your heart beat as quick as mine,
Like the way you can make me arch the back of my spine,
Its the small things that makes us in sync,
and who were we to think,
That in a blink,
We were in fact,
In all the act,
Just mere puzzle pieces who found each other at last.

His voice should be made into a cassette tape,
I'd carry it wherever I'd go,
His eyes are so piercing I'd be afraid if the stars themselves go dull,
Images in my head, engraved in my skull,
I love it when he calls me "love",
Quite ironic if you ask me,
The Great Brit!
The Great Brit!
Great Britain you see,
Where I'd much rather be,
It's much more than what I could have dreamed,
Hearing his voice ring in my ears as lovely as can be,
I think he can't agree,
Agree with me,
He believes his voice is short of magnificent,
His voice is a sweet instrument,
Must I end this right now and here?
For all I get caught up in is his voice in my ears.

Do you ever feel as though you can't decide?
People pushing you to what they believe is right,
Telling you they know what's best,
While you'd rather just take a rest,
Take a rest off this world for while,
It's hectic schedule does not accommodate your lifestyle,
You wish you could make a better decision worthwhile,
While you sit in indenial,
Telling yourself that everything will be okay,
In reality will never stay,
You wish those who were close cared for your wants,
Cared what you wanted in life,
I heard a great quote that I believe we shall all must live by,
"Don't let your dreams remain your dreams"
-And to this I say take your stand,
Fight for what you want on this soil and land,
This Earth may be of 7 billion people,
You've gotta know that crossroads and decisions sometimes
can not be equal.

Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

It may dig at your skin,
What you need to do is lift up your chin,
The voice may echo at the back of your head,
They are not even the worth of a single thread,
Don't waste your time on those who don't mean well,
These are the people who you do not want to dwell,
Those who simply take advantage of you,
Those who are, oh so very narcissistic,
Learn to have a spine,
Learn to stand up straight,
Learn to be up on your feet and appreciate,
Those who would run to keep you up,
Than those who wouldn't look back as you fall down,
Learn about your self worth,
Learn about who mean well,
Learn from those bad experiences,
The ones where you saw the true people,
The ones who stood by you every time,
The ones who never asked for something in return,
The ones who will never want to see you at your worst.
And from it all,
You are left to decide whether,
You want to learn or bring them closer together
Because in the end just remember,
from now until -December,
They were Eye-Openers.