How come ,
All I want is you .

How come ,
You don't need me the same way.

With you,
my heart is full of joy,
All I want is for you ,
to feel the same joy.

Yet ,
you don't see me that way.
As much as I know it's not my fault,
I can't help but wonder why?

Ain't I strong enough,
Smart enough,
Pretty enough,
Young enough,
Funny Enough.

Was it that I did too much
or too little.

Was it that I was independent ,
and it was ******* your ego.

Didn't I put you first,
Didn't I try enough.

I know I can't blame myself,
but
how come,
how come,
You never loved me back?

"I'm laughing, I'm crying
It feels like I'm dying"

All the times
I sit at the edge of my table
Thinking I'll be able
To break my face on it
My cute prepared outfit
White turned red
Like they said
I should just die
No one would show up to my party of tears
Three cheers for broken hearts

At first, there is nothing,
Then a blossom of light
It brightens your day,
And glows in the night.
A wonderful feeling,
Puts warmth in your chest.
And for a short while,
You feel strangely blessed.
But then, there are those things
That just will not work.
They try and fit together,
But both are just… hurt.
So one says goodbye,
The other says it doesn't matter,
But in actuality,
Both hearts are shattered.
Like broken pieces of glass,
They cut and you bleed,
But both visions are too clouded
To see what they really need.
A little bit of warmth
To melt and to mend
A new kind of glow
To see you through to the end.
There will be many ups and downs
There will be sunshine and rain
There will be love and heartbreak
They will always be the same.
Someone will shatter you,
And you’ll feel
there’s no way to be fixed,
But broken isn't unfixable,
And someone new
is thrown into the mix.
All love may not be eternal,
But some things will last,
And heartbreak only lasts,
As long as it is asked.

Please be careful. I know his intelligence is intoxicating, and his presence is a drug that refuses to leave my system and in return give me side effects. Wonderful, wonderful side effects

But stomach, you will ache for days at a time. Pounding wings against your sides send sharp tinges of amusement through my body. He's not the first boy to give you butterflies, but he is certainly the first to let lose a zoo.

Arms, stop pulsating for just a moment please! I know you need to soak up his embrace, but it will only leave burn marks on the skin. He is a hot coal, brutally beautiful, and it will only leave you with a scar.

Oh, but eyes! You see him so differently. An elegant light surrounds his frame, and every imperfection is that much more entrancing to you.

My poor brain. Thumping emerges and the blissful images of his smile refuse to dull. I beg you to stop thinking. Of him. Of me. Of us. Stop thinking of him, when in the brilliant ocean of his mind I am not a single wave.

I just need to close my eyes and forget...drift off .... but it's hard to sleep when your mind is at war with your heart.
Heart.
      Heart.
           Heart please stop buzzing at uncontrollable rates. His enthralling outlook is no reason to go into cardiac arrest. I promise you, as much as you hope and pray, brain is right. He'll end up being like all of the others, and I don't know how many more times I can pick you off the ground.

His presence is a drug, and I'm addicted to every part of it

Update: I overdosed

I stared long and hard at our pictures,
Eyes filled with memories that we had create.
Heart aches and there is only so much I can take,
I miss you, I miss us, I miss all the memories that we make.

I know you're broken
You don't have to say a word
I can feel your hurt and pain
Although I am broken myself
I can't help but wish I could take all your hurt and pain away
I want to give it to myself if it meant you could be happy
I want to give you a chance at happiness
I want the world to see your beautiful smile that seems to have gotten lost in that broken heart of yours

A blade of grass is inconsequential,
Unless it's above you,
Or found on Mars.

One mosquito is unnoticeable
Until sounding in your ear at night,
Or infecting a nation.

A broken heart isn't uncommon
When it's someone else's.

The prettiest colours of the sky are in the morning between five and six.

The prettiest colours are on my cheeks when you touch my lips.

Keep on touching and paint all of me because I'm a blanc canvas and I dont want to be.

This is the message I want to send to you

I haven't met you

but I know I will soon.