she is beautiful and i am the punchline to a bad joke

look at his talent that's
burning pages and hearts.
he's tearing down buildings
with the power of his words

"I don't have any words"
She said.
For he had stolen them from her.

my love writes love poetry
but it's not about me

I have been replying to you all day.
Writing poetry to complete yours.
Please talk to me.
Please notice me.
Waiting for my phone to buzz with a message from you is killing me.
Slowly.
Please talk to me.
I love you.

because that person
gave you everything she had
but you destroyed her

but what I wanted
was for you to choose for me
because I could not

do I dare love you
after all you've done to me?
but I can't help it

with you I escape
from everything that once was
away from this life

We weep on opposite sides of the same town,
Our tears drowning all the worlds between us.
We each press our lips against our phone screens, willing the other to love us-
Not knowing that we are both doing the same.
We yearn for one another,
Yet are completely oblivious to the other's desperation.
Text messages dart back and forth
Between us.
Each one laced with kisses and smiles,
Both of us pretending we are dry-eyed.
But who are we fooling?
Why do we disguise our emotions, when talking to the only person who sees straight through the disguise?
The futility is almost ironic,
Highlighting humans' longing to be anyone but their
Ashamed
Damaged
Broken
Selves.
Even to those they love.
Oh how I love you.
So dearly
And so much.
Help me to tell you.
I can't do it alone.
I'm sorry.

I don't know if you will ever see this.
But I hope you do because I need us
To carry on
Together.
An eternity of smiles alone is no fun.
A companion is necessary.
And I want no-one
Except you.
I need you.

Not falling in love
with someone who loves you
Is an impossibility
that we don't want
To even try to defy.

Welcome to the lives that we once left behind.
Bask in our self-hatred and misery.
God knows, no-one else will.
We won't.

Somewhere faraway is a girl who was once me.
She'll smile and she'll laugh
Because she doesn't know what is to come,
She doesn't know she will be me.

Innocence became pain,
Love became hate,
And life was insignificant.
Our hope was

Flattened out until the edge of doom.
And we followed this doom.
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right,
We followed.

No more does beauty linger here-
It is lost.
Just like everything else,
Just like us.

You are not a teacher.
You are a:
wisdom-imparter
confidence-booster,
esteem-increaser,
fun-creator,
book-reader,
­essay-writer,
dedication-inspirer,
love-definer,
joy-inducer,
ent­husiasm-evoker,
wonder-explorer,
beauty-demonstrator,
knowledge-s­harer,
thrill-designer,
truth-teller,
excitement-architect,
stude­nt-encourager,
A friend.
You are not a teacher.