I was taught that when it's over, to leave. Don't continue to water a dead flower.
The days I spent in the forest surrounded by echoing sounds of life around me;
I did not get to yell, I got to sit in silent tears.
Now the sea wants to take me and I am willing to drown.
Through all of this I have lost who I am
but somehow I've returned to you

everyday it breaks my heart that
i have stopped writing poetry

and everyday i wish i could put
pen to paper again

but there are no words to suffice
the way your body feels against mine

and there is no way to describe
how i feel when you kiss me

everyday i wish that i could write again
but i cant do you justice

around 8pm that night
my lips finally whispered the words i thought i'd never say
but your kisses
plucked my fears one by one
till i was bare and shaking on your mattress

i should've told you
a day will soon come
that you will stop looking at me
with a glow in your eyes.
a day will soon come
where you'll look at me and think,
"why am i waking up in a bed full of thorns
when i could be falling asleep on roses?"

my longing for you is like the moon

the nights at 1am 
when im wrapped up in bed,

listening to nothing but sad tunes

then it hurts,

oh it hurts, 

to feel what I once knew.

i remember how we would walk hand in hand
my fingers between yours loosely
like petals on a flower just waiting to fall off

I don't know what to call the feelings I feel for you
but
my head keeps telling me it's love.

I'm not sure if it really is ,
or if my ears just want to hear me say it
but my eyes don't want to meet yours
and my heart doesn't want to hurt again.