tragically telling you about nothing and everything is spinning around my head but not in a bad way. the color grey reminds me of you because of your jacket. your jacket was nice and everything almost reminds me of you it's getting scary.

I want to cling to a single thread of hope
that one day we'll meet again.

And when we meet again,
my mind will be complete.
Complete.

I hope I'll finally understand if this was even real,
if I am in love with you still.

If I give you a smile
will your smile shine back?

If I give you a passing glance
will you hold my gaze?

If I dream of you for weeks
would you (at least) dream of me for days?

If I gave you a lie
would you spit it right back?  

But if I give you the truth
will you reflect honesty?

If I give you these words
what would you say?

If I asked you to
could we spend a whole day?

If my hand brushes yours
will you hold it there?

If I give you my heart
would you give me yours?

Because I gave you my heart
the moment you smiled back at me.

I did…
will you?

it takes over*

it suffocates my thoughts

it steals my breath

and crushes my *joy

I write my poetry
about the world around
me and the people too.
But when he comes to
mind the words don't
fall into place like I love
the way they do.
The thoughts come slow
and the words even slower.
He's on my mind and
nothing works. My brain
shuts down, my stomach
tightens, my feet go numb.
When he's on my mind.

I hate this feeling not
knowing what to write,
he's on my mind and I
cant get him out.
Why cant I do this!
It's not hard to write!
Love poems are easy!
So why does this hurt?
Nope!
I cant do this,
he's on my mind
and I cant get him out

-H.R.

i went for a run today and i couldn't catch my breath
and for some reason that's been happening often now.
it's like you only get so many breaths
and maybe i just don't have that many left.

i'm writing this poem right now and i'm using the font
that reminds me of your name.  it's not a pretty font,
but if you were a font, you wouldn't be pretty either.

i've been having trouble waking up in the morning.
my bedroom is too cold for me to jump out of bed.
i put socks on my feet to keep in the hear,
but when i wake up, the socks are lost in my sheets.

i get kind of nervous when i hear your name,
because this time last year, i didn't even know your name,
or who you were.

i have this weird bruise on my knee and i don't know where it came from.
it's dark purple and red and i'm worried.
i don't think i'd be able to handle losing my health,
but i kind of wonder how much i ever had it.

after june, i'll probably never see you again,
and you'll never think of me again.
i just wish you'd think of me, once.

sometimes during class i take my pulse
just to make sure it's still there.
it always is, and the i feel disgusted at myself
for wishing it wasn't.

am i just another girl
photo-copied into your life, like the last one that still begs for you?
please talk to me anyway
please kiss me anyway
please let me believe that you won't lie to me when you say
you don't think of her anymore

sometimes I hope you break my heart
you'd never fade
(but give us a while, I'm hoping you're more than a few pages in my life)