Three words
I'm left clueless
Three words
My heart rushes

Three words
My lips tremble
Three words
Your mouth mumbles

Three words
I'm in love
Three words
Gift from above

Three words
What you said
Three words
This won't end

You're all mine
That's what I heard
You're all mine
Are your three words

Too many questions too many doubts. Desperate of being loved is what my heart shouts

I gave you my trust,  I gave it with lust. But you said commitment is not always a must.

You walked out the door,  left me lying on the floor. Then I remembered when you said you love me before.

I looked into your face and felt like my world turned into a maze.  You gave me your last gaze and left me confused and dazed

I listened to the sound of the ocean
I walked through it
And I drowned
I breathed breathlessly
Love was the ocean
Love was the air

By Arcassin Burnham


Teenage love never last when you want it to,
Forsaken by its passion,whats in front of you,
be careful who you love,they'll treat you like a fool,
You'd love to here the sounds of a lake with
the moon over you.
***** love,this is all about you.
I don't know what I would do,
If I,Ever lost you,

Heart as hot as the fire dragon in your stories,
A captivating smile will only bathe in glory,
Purpose for your beauty is only exploiting,
Please don't let me go , I won't be annoying,
You Had me at hello , and man i was blushing.

You were my internet crush.
I asked
We’ve never met, but do you want to go get some coffee or something.
And that was the beginning of everything.
We could not make it being just friends for one day.
We were acting like we were already lovers.
I suddenly just loved you.
I had complex feelings about my own existence.
I was tired.
I felt like nothing, empty and uncomplete.
But your smile made the world a better a place.
Your presence felt like it was valentines day everyday.
Except not like the ordinary valentines day, where I have dinner with my cats.
The dinning table was not sat by one anymore but two.
My world was not dull and dark anymore.
You were everything when I felt like nothing

all i do lately is lay in bed and pass the time
until i can again call you mine

it's late
you're already asleep
i'll tiptoe down the streets
hoping you haven't forgotten about me

just for an hour even -
can i lay in your bed with you?
lately you're my only medicine
lately the doses have become too small and too few

it'll be like nothing bad ever happened
nothing bad ever happened

where'd you go?
i saved you a place
in case you decide to come home
i left the door unlocked
and saved your place in the bed
so where did you go?
it's becoming too cold
and i'm running out of excuses to stay awake
to hear the door **** turn
and you're here
where you belong

sleep with the door unlocked
hoping that you will come by
crawl next to me in bed
hold me like you never left
it's a false hope
in the morning i know
i'll still wake up alone

i love you
and i just want to go to sleep
reading ****** sad poetry
and music that fills my dark room
alone, with no sound

'i love you'
i sent
but it's gone and done
gone for good

weren't we
eternity?
or was that
just me
imagining?
are you in your bed
missing me?
or in hers
trying to forget me?
if you haven't already
forgotten
(you said you wouldn't but now i'm terrified that you have)

this wasn't supposed to be
the end
a fact i can't accept
my life
without your life
that was never a concept
i could wrap around
inside of my head

and my biggest fear now
is not that you no longer love me
it's that i am afraid
you will forget me

I’ve forgotten the taste of love. The cherished threads that tie people together.
The feelings they profess in supposed honesty, the joy and ecstasy.
I’ve missed opportunities, naturally. Nature played me.
Distraught, I ran from a thought.
I ran a lot.

At the gates of responsibility’s exit, I had another thought. One without definition or reason.
Another ego maniacal ***** fit. A watered down vintage. Faked antique.
Off balance in a world out of balance, yet fools think they cancel each other out.
Sometimes it’s enough to lighten the load — fill the hole.
Usually not.

Escaping reality has its perks. You don’t feel bludgeoned by your actions or burdened by their consequences.
I think of the past as a mirror, when it’s really just a sprightly melancholic, yet gut wrenching, novel awaiting a squeal.
And I’m the only one who can write it. Expecting anyone else to would make the end predictable.
This is how all sad ironies of life must end.
Off the top of my head.

I’ve forgotten myself. I sometimes can’t recognize the person inside this shell.
These actions, thoughts, this ego — I am more than I know or understand.
Not necessarily a bad thing. Most definitely not a good thing either.
Come out guns blazing and paint the town only to apologize profusely — to each and every rotten corpse thereafter — to each and every ***** **** and dripping ****.
I am not your savior.

I make my own hell. I made this bed the day I claimed my throne.
And all your dreams flew into my **** ready to be ****** and multiplied. Progenies of your inner war. The cruelty of your being made thought, sin made flesh, hate made speech.
A victim of the false promise, the martyr of a hollow conscience. I am the end result of my own intentions.
I hate this.