We ran the streets
that spring evening.
And I think that's
when I first fell in love with you.
We ran the streets
that month of March.
And that's when the
taste of your lips stained my brain forever.
You left me that
harsh summer night.
And I think that's
when I first felt true heart break.
You left me that
harsh summer night.
And that's when the
stains on my sleeves became real,
and you became a part of my dreams forever.

I'm moving on now.

Flowers do not compete with each other in their prime seasons.
They just bloom.
I am a flower.
Flowers do not hate the color on their petals.
They just soak up the sun.
I am a flower.
Flowers do not hide themselves from the world.
They just bloom.
*I am a ******* flower.

You are a living, breathing poem.
And my god are you so tragic.
You said there was no competition.
And my god you were right.
You have already chosen the winner.
And my god she is so ******* lucky.

you are so extraordinary.

and I am so ordinary. 

but I pray to whatever god you believe in,

that you’ll fall in love with me and,

I hope that maybe someday soon

that I’ll be able to give you the moon.

You're getting bad again and I would do anything to help you.
But you're in love with her and I'm in love with you.
So I'm forced to sit here and watch you tear yourself down.
And I'll still be here for you until I'm shattered on the ground.

I love you like the moon loves the sun.
I love you like the sea loves the shore.
I love you like you love your cigarettes.
I love you like an artist loves their outlets.
I love you like none of these.
I love you like more of these.
I love you more than all of these.
My love for you is non comparable.
Just know that I love you.

These cigarettes remind me of you.
But I'll smoke them in hopes of killing all of the hope you left inside of me.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
They burn my skin when I least expect it.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
They are slowly killing me from the inside out.
These cigarettes remind me of you.
But I'll smoke them anyways because this is the only way that I'll taste your lips again.