My ears were ringing, the pimple on my upper lip stinging.
The words they were saying, drowned in the harsh love they were playing.
I know how lovely you are, how kind you can be.
Oh! How I want to believe.
The large weight on my shoulders made my eyes and nose run.
Tick tock went the clock, reminding me of how wrong I was.
Internally my heart stopped for a second, a second too slow.
Her wisdom baffles me all the time, his warnings ******* me time and time again.
While the rope around my neck gets tighter and tighter, the days go faster and faster.
Their advice I would take, hoping and hoping its not too late.

She lay and wait by the tree
reading her exciting book.
She felt a chilly breeze
at her face as the trees shook.

Intrigued in her reading,
she read how the town was saved
and everyone was happy at the end
and new beginnings were paved.

She look at her watch
and couldn't believe the time!
It was 11:00,
and the bus was supposed to be at 9.

She was engrossed in her book,
she completely missed the bus.
Now when she will have to walk home
and her mother will make a fuss!

I got home from work today
turned off my engine and just sat there

it was raining outside
a little cold
my knees hurt

I found myself thinking of you

thinking about how empty my car felt in this rain without you

/ / /

there is a kindness inside of you that I don't know how to explain
you carry yourself with an essence of unapology that makers itself known

gently

you don't care what people thing but you are by far the most caring

you make chaos something graceful
you strip away labels that do nothing but confuse
you navigate the world with truth, inspiring everything that surrounds you to become its best

if you want something you, you create it
you are purest form of spirit and the epitome of resilient
and I am so grateful for you

/ / /

I have no explanation other than the one sitting right here in this car in the rain but I hope it is enough because there is more love than can fit in my heart for you

too much not to know what to do with it

I don't know how it happened,
I just found myself longing for your hugs and kisses,
Missing our late night conversation,
Dealing with my unanswered questions.

I want to ask you,
But is it the right thing?
Or you'll leave me hanging,
Or you'll tell me lies?

Can you tell me?
Can you answer me?
Can you help me?
Can you just be mine?

-try it. it can be reversed poetry.

it's when the hour's late
and my thoughts become hazy
my resolve, it breaks
and my promise stays empty

strolling empty streets
indifferent where they'll lead me
i'll never belong

awake while they sleep
pretend like i don't exist
hidden from drained eyes

small as possible
don't let them catch me breathing
wasting oxygen