Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

I wish I could get lost in your eyes
Because I would stay there forever
Clinging to the only thing known
To a mind as lonely as me.

I want to be swept away in your voice
Because I hear it every day
Playing through and through
To a heart that's lacking me and you.

I miss you. I'm not really sure how to breathe anymore without you here to remind me. lately my hands have been too numb to do anything other than write about you. I feel pathetic, really, because I'm sure you're off with her now and you're not even thinking of me. I feel ridiculous because I can't get you out of my head. you're making memories with someone new and soon enough I'll just be another face blurred in your mind but I don't want you to go. the thought of losing you makes me want to throw up; maybe I'm in denial because everyone knows I have already lost you.

I
Wish
You
Kissed
Me
Like
You
Did
In
My
Dreams

you are not mine,
i am not yours

but
if there will come a day
that
i will be yours
and
you will be mine

i promise to love you
until
the end of time

[m.p]