The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

If you're not in a relationship
you're lonely
We forget about friendship
A much larger trophy

Romance comes and goes
Like a bright red rose
Friendships stay for longer
And are much stronger

I will not deny
that a partner is nice to have
to sit under the night sky
And cuddle

Sleeping next to them every night
But it is not the only light

We must not rely our happiness on it
And remember our friends

It's all about size
Too skinny
Too fat
    Society says your not good enough
Not the right size
Not the right shape
Not the right height
    Their standard of beauty
Is too much
Too unrealistic
    Follow your own standard
Find your right size
Your right shape
Your right height
    Your standard is the only standard

Love,

What a sensation,
I think, You overthink,
You feel, I get sensitive,
I laugh, you giggle,

It wasn't always like that,
But I like to think it was,

What is love?
I never knew,
But now I do.

It’s a type a pain,
The kind to drive one insane,
Whatever happens it’s there,
Always near, always clinging
On, it stays close.

From the moment,
I saw you, in my way,
You took my heart,
And you lead it astray,

And then I came to find,
That with my heart,
You controlled my mind.

I guess I’m still the one
To blame,
I allowed you, to drive
Me insane.

She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.