Sometimes my sentences end
incomplete and without
clear directions.

It's the stress,
it pains my head
and eyes.
It makes me want to throw up, sleep, and cry.

Each morning I wake,
And begin the day,
Though I share this life with others,
I'll only ever see,
Out of the eyes I own,

Thus I wonder,
Perhaps I'm alone?

Should we have kissed that day?
The idea did rest hot on our lips,
And it's suggestion clear in our eyes,

We waited,
Still somehow,
The almost kiss remains sweetest.

If someone gives you their heart,
And you take it and love it,
They will love you forever,

If you break the heart given,
And you discard all it meant,
The heart will have trouble ever loving again,

For the given heart is not so easily gifted back.

I stole from you.
Your hoodie,
Right off your back.
It's only fair,
For you stole my heart. <3

And just like that,
You came back,
You found no sympathy,
And realized your loss.

You asked for my thoughts,
How do you feel?
And my mind wandered...
But never from you,
But to every instance of you.
Your shadow will never fade,
From the sunset of my memories.

Its beauty is burned into the sidewalks,
Baked by golden autumn evenings,
And the marks will remain even if you walk down a new street.

And I will see them,
Dark,
Against the white of concrete.

Perhaps I loved too much,
Sweet to your honey,
Perhaps the more I loved,
More, was not enough.

The hardest tasks,
Are nothing,
Compared to the effort,
It takes to truly love another.

Often I wonder,
To what end is your touch?
How can your fingers,
Still gather and refine,
New threads of my soul?

i was the roses he stopped to smell
red with potential
pure and young
his fingers caressed their ****** petals

i was the ocean he walked along
feeling the cool surf
i washed away his footsteps
beautiful and blue he said

i was his princess
regal and soft
i slept in his arms
dreaming of him

i was his morning
beginning his day
sweet brown coffee
only for him

his love for roses wilted
blue turned grey
my crown taken
sweetness lost

abandoned me

now im someone else's garden
and my beaches treasured
no-longer a princess but queen
mornings lovely and sweet

You won't know if the water is warm,
Till you feel it,
You won't know it's real,
Till it hurts.

Many times I look at old names,
Which lay stale on my screen,
What ever happened to them?
What demons did they face?

The trees speak softly in the mountains,
Careful not to disturb the light and peace,
They are shy but can sing,
The breeze knows this and does it's best,
To stir their leaves into a chourus,
Their song is fleeting,
Calming and slow,
Uplifting tired spirits in a rustling show,

Why do I love you?
I think at times,
It's your smile or laugh,
And the way you hold my hand,
But maybe,
The largest reason of all,
I love you because,
You remind me to love myself.

Dorito chips and mountain dew,
The bread and butter of our youth,

Kino Der Toten,
Where the strange portal lays,
Black Ops Zombies,
I'd play to the end of days.

I miss that raw feeling,
Of being alive,

For now,
I zombie through life.