It's you, it's me.
Add her, it's three.
She gets As,
But I get Bs.

She has reasons.
I have excuses.
I am mindless.
She is fearless.

Compassion is her trait.
Selfishness is mine.
I can't bear to wait.
Please just make up your mind.

It's not fair to me,
My heart stays guarded.
It's not fair to her,
She has life goals and projects.

And you're in the middle,
Because we put you there.
I have to leave NOW,
I can't bear to hear...

Its 1:28am and I can't sleep.
Instead of seeing films of technicolor
on the backs of my eyelids,
I'm wondering whether your lips
taste like strawberries or vinegar.
Its amazing how heavy
a chest can feel just fondling
the idea of drowning in you;
and i think about the time you
accidentally called me an angel.

Now its 1:32 and I'm wondering
if an angel falls for you,
does that mean she's plummeting to hell?

Poetry is meant to display something magnificent,
but the only thing magnificent about this
is the tragedy.
(I don't want to write because there is nothing beautiful about this.)
And all I can think about
is how much of a sin it must be
to think about you,
instead of the boy who has built himself
around me like a cathedral.
About how it's dark outside,
but how this longing for you is darker.
About how I only write about boys
I could see myself loving.
And wonder why my thoughts
are dancing around Lucifer
instead of Saint Michael.

My hand
In yours
My heart
Touching yours
My pulse
Beating yours
My life
Missing yours
My dreams
Fulfilling yours

Your hand
In mine
Your heart
Fitting hers
Your pulse
Racing hers
Your life
Protecting hers
Your dreams
Being hers

Her hand
Is free
Her heart
Is distant
Her pulse
Is strong
Her life
Is bright
Her dream
Is home

Don't you smell that?
That's my parfume
he's wearing

Don't you taste that?
That's my lipstick
you're kissing

Don't you know that?
I am that woman
he never stops loving

I saw her—your woman
She is effortlessly beautiful

She has this glowing skin
She has her youth
She even makes you smile
better than I could

I can never have what she has

But

I have lips that touches yours
the very last time
before you fall asleep

I have skin that warmth yours
when you're wandering
inside your sweet dreams

I have voice that you first hear
when the sun sings
after the moon sinks

I have love that you call home
and never forget to return to
cause it belongs to you

And she
She can never have what I have

She likes him.
They cuddle.

He likes me.
He's in agony.

I like another him,
Who likes me in return.

He touched my feet,
Ever so soft caress.
I dissolved into light and dark
To be awoken by the shaking of heart break.

He asked her for space
But in the moment of meaningless
She reaches out a pinky
Clasps his
He shakes, eyes wide
Repeats
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
Holds back nails
Which are hungry for flesh
- holds back
Flesh
Hungry for detachment
Sharp pain
Removal of self

"I feel stuck"
Trapped between sorrow
And a desire for comfort
And a desperately needed boundary
- so her heart isn't dragged along too.
But she reaches out and holds on.

And he holds onto me
In minds eye

And I grip another's hand firmly
And he squeezes mine back.

Even after our fight about this immature girl, you tell me I have no worries, you want to give me the world  but as I look in your eyes I see her reflection, your desire for her, your hidden affection.

My skin still burning from your touch, I lay in your arms and you say that you have missed me so much but as I look in your eyes I still see her reflection, your desire for her, your hidden affection.

Now the time has come when
you have pushed me away, telling me this is no longer my home, that I can not stay. As I fight back the anger and tears and start to walk away, I look back in your eyes and still see her reflection. A smile on her face, her desire for control, her hidden agenda, I am finally gone no more affection.

Do you think it is
the sun that loves the moon?
shining shyly, seductively,
enticing and craving
its constant adoration
and undivided attention?

Or perhaps it is the moon
that so desperately desires the sun?
whilst in orbit, always hoping to catch
a glimpse of its radiant beauty,
enthralled by its passion, its strong
and irresistible magnetic pull?

I wonder if their love is challenged by the stars?
striking, dazzling, beautiful,
infinite onlookers, ever-watchful in the sky,
twinkling dangerously, a flirtatious third party,
competing with the sun
or trying to outshine the moon?

Despite their temptation,
the stars fail to weaken or change
the lovers, the moon and sun,
and eventually fade into insignificance.