You said I was your "coming out" crush. I never admitted it, not to anyone, but I think I was kind of in love with you myself. I didn't want to date you or *******, but I didn't want anyone else to, either.

2. Thank you for refusing to leave me alone during that first week of February. I wanted to die, but you gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

3. I'm sorry I got drunk and lashed out at you last summer, and I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner.

4. We were not compatible as roommates, but I would give anything to see you walk through my front door again.

5. You can't forget about me. I know this because I can't forget about you.

6. Whenever I'm upset, you're still the first person I want to call.

7. ******* it, I really wish I could call you right now. I want to hear your voice.

8. If I had to do it over again, I'd choose differently. I'd choose you. I love him, but loving him is complicated. Love isn't supposed to be so complicated.

9. I miss you so much that it hurts. It literally hurts. I didn't know it was possible to feel so much pain until now.

10. Sometimes when he says "I love you," I hesitate to say it back. But I never hesitated for you.

No host of golden daffodils do I see when I look around me.
Just the debris of a life, cut short by a knife.
I wandered lonely not over vale, but over my body
Lying prone on the floor, no breath does it host anymore.
My eyes gaze sightless into the distance,
a sphinx upon the waste land of the laminated floor.
My hair limp, not fluttering in the breeze, my blood cooling into a pool
my death scene, gives such chills, that renders even golden daffodils pale
Death does indeed ride a pale horse.
He shows no remorse.
Wilted in a vase, wasted on the floor, I await my light, my open door.

She has songs stuck in her head all the time
Taunting her with lyrics that are hard to define
Screaming contradictions that confuse her
Would he really use her?
Shouting proclamations of love and remorse
She wonders if it could get much worse
She remembers him, the only one she ever loved
The words silence as a sign from above
There's no need to worry, she's in no harm
She's content and happy while she's in his arms.

There before me stands the cenotaph
of Master Sergent Wilfred Niles
He died of his wounds received
in the battle of Belleau .
He is buried in the soil
near the River Marne , in France
He left behind his mother Maggie
Her only child gone , she's now so bereft
She would die in a few short months
Of a broken heart from grief

When Bonny came,
Bonny didn't know what Bonny had done,
Bonny triggered a gun.
Bonny made sense.

I felt the rush
of blood as it gushed out -
no more a stream,
but an ocean of vast tomorrows
and fragile dreams
inside a fragile being -
For the fragile being is most vivid
when in love, and
when the senses are above all

Nonsensical.
Irrational.

Dense! with idiocy

I forgot in a moment
all my woes.
Bonny made sense.

When Bonny looked away
Bonny didn't know Bonny made me sad,
Bonny came at a time I wish I never had.

Your voice no longer sounded like a sweet melody but more like nails on a chalkboard

Shrugged the princess
The one with the ice cold guilt;
The guilt of surviving
When nobody else did.

A princess she'd become
For which she lost her soul.
Filled with despair,
She was in the permanent state
Of the freezed misery
She proudly chose.
She was no longer bright,
She had no longer light.
The fancy dresses
Seemed dull,
And the heavy joules
Seemed light.

She saw the stars
For what they really are.
The fearful eyes
Of the hell that awaits.
The vague thoughts of hers
Gave her nothing
But more remorse.

The princess weeped
The Poverty's tears,
Those whom she once
Belonged to.

Shrugged the princess
And stopped breathing.
Left her dress hanging
Along with her neck.
On the ground lied a note
"I'm sorry."
It said.