Her afterthoughts curled themselves
Around her hollow heart
Which erratically  thumped offbeat
In her chest
Like poisonous weeds
Disguised as blooming flowers

It’s funny
Because as I stand here alone
With my eyes gently closed
Below the branches of large willows
That live in this hidden park
Having the warm sun
Soak into my skin and
The distant melody of birds chirping
Be the only source of sound around me
I can’t help but feel
As though it’s too loud
Because my thoughts
They scream
Demanding to be heard and felt
Even when I don’t want to
Give them the authority to
Which is so different to the
Peace
Tranquility
And quietness
That this place emits before me
Physically
In comparison to what’s happening
Inside me internally
Emotionally

It saddens me
Knowing that this
Between us
Will never work
Because you look at me
Desperately searching for someone else
You look at me
In hopes to catch glimpses of them
It saddens me
Because we never truly had a shot
When all I wanted
Was that
A fighting shot

You say you love me
But not in that way
As a friend
You say
But I can’t harbor these festering feelings
Within me any longer

If I was aesthetically prettier
Would you say you love me
In that way
If you were attracted to my looks
The way you say you are to my personality
Would you then
Pursue me

"I'm scared"
She mumbled into his shoulder
As he held her tightly to his chest
"Of what"
He whispererd as he tilted her face
To meet his
"Of the way you look at me"
"And how's that"
"Like you love me
With an intensity I've never seen before"

Carry a humble confidence
With you
Everywhere you go

2. Be spontaneous
Because the best memories (typically)
Are never preplanned

3. Realize that you are
Beautiful
Intelligent
Warm-hearted
But never
Allow any one of those traits
Define you

4. Learn to love yourself
Before deciding to fall in love
With another

5. Never compare yourself
To something or someone
That you were never meant to be
Compare yourself to who you were
And will be

6. Never crave validation
Of your worth
Through the meaningless words
Of people who don't truly understand
Or know you

7. Most importantly
Live.
In.
The.
Moment.
Because life's too precious
To have your focus be in anyplace
But where you currently are

You are the rose
Without the thorns

Fear
Is the result of
Ignorance

There is
No
One
On this entire planet
That is
Exactly
Like you
Your looks
Your preferences
Your character
All combined
Makes you
Uniquely
You

I want to smear red lipstick
On my lips
Strip you of all your clothes
Piece by piece
Kiss your body
From head to toe
Only to pull away from you
And admire my artwork
Literally
And
Figuratively

The world's idea of perfection
Is unattainable
Which is why people are never satisfied
But
Isn't that what those of power want
People to never be satisfied
With themselves
So they try to mold themselves
Into something that no one can be

They attempt to be
"Perfect"
Grow muscles
Inject implants
Manipulate their flesh
Until it's just right

Yet
They will never achieve something
That's perfect
They will never be satisfied
Even though they strive to be
Because it's all
Unrealistic
Unattainable

Find
                   What
                                           Makes
                                You
                  Feel
                                                          Alive

Tell me
How do you explain
Colors
To someone
Who is blind

Breath
Relax
It's okay to let loose
Truly live
Allow the responsibilities of life
Blur into the background
And live in the present
Freely
Wildly
Passionately

Be with someone
Who makes you question
Whether you've ever been in love
Before

I look forward to holding you
I look forward to playing with your hair
I look forward to kissing your neck
Whenever the urge strikes me to
I look forward to
...
Oh wait
I think I just met you

1.
Passionately kiss a beautiful stranger
2.
Dance with someone special in the rain
With the headlights of a car
Be the only source of light
And the music from the stereo
Persuade our unsynchronized movements
3.
Try an extremely overpriced fruity cocktail
In a luxurious bar
4.
Sit down at an occupied table
That has a random person
Introduce myself and
Play a speed round of 20 questions
Exploring the idea
Of creating a false reality to someone
Who would accept it
Because they expect nothing less

As humans
We are constantly changing

Those friends from high school
You said bye to on graduation day
The next time you see them
You'll be slightly or drastically different
They'll be too
Because our experiences shape us
Into who we are

Furthermore
When we
Fall in love
With someone
We fall in love with the person
That they currently are
And as time passes
I do believe that we fall in love
With that same person
Over
And
Over
Again
Because they aren't the same person
You aren't the same person
That you were
When you first fell in love
With each other

You deserve to have someone
Revere you

You deserve to have someone
Whose heart thumps a little faster
When they see you

You deserve to have someone
Whose idea of perfection
Sits before their eyes
And has your name

You deserve to have someone
Who gets nervous
When they're trying to think of a response
That will woo you

You deserve
To be boldly pursued

You deserve
To be loved

You
Deserve
Love

Continuous perfection
Leads to overlooked accomplishments
A renewed definition of ordinary
Takes root
Soon
Perfection
Loses its value
People's compliments
Lose their presence

I want the kind of love where
Even when I'm upset
Even when I'm angry
At you
And I deserve the right to be
I can look you in the eyes
With tears streaming down my face
And still be able to whisper
I love you

Some say that their lovers
Have left their imprint
All over their heart
But you
You left the biggest of imprints
The only difference
It's invisible
And sometimes
I rejoice
Foolishly believeing  
That your mark has left
But it's only temporary alievement
Before reality sets in
And I realize it's still there

I find it quite interesting
How the entire world magnifies
Right before our eyes
When we are on the brink
The brink of crying
When the unshed tears
Have gathered and collected
At the bottom of our eyes

They struggle to fall
Yet for a brief moment in time
We see things closer
We see things blurrier
Than we have ever before
Right as they sit on the edge
Before they take the tumble
Before they take the fall

Tell me
How can I make you
See yourself
Through my eyes
And not yours

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

Chronic neglection
Leads to apathetic acceptance
Of mediocrity
In all forms

The very things
That once gave me euphoric highs
No longer keep me satisfied
And no amount of blissful lies
Can make me blindly ignore
This brutal realization

Taking a shower
I find it quite spectacular
While a little bit peculiar
How I can hear even more
Mezmorizing sounds
When I cover my ears

As I stand under the water
I close my eyes
Cover my ears
And allow the new
Unfamiliar yet comforting sound
Of the water cascading down my head
Fill my mind

It's loud enough
To drown out any and everything else
Around me

It is an all-consuming noise
That consumes the sounds of the outside
World
So you're able to be left
With your inner thoughts
Alone
Warm
With a comforting bliss
Washing over you

I love the way
You love dancing in the rain
Freely twirling with your arms outstretched
And head tilted towards the sky
Attempting to catch the rain
Within your mouth
Leaving all of your inhibitions  
On the floor
Where the rain carried them

I love the way
You allow loose strands of hair
Wildly fall around your face
As you have a mountain of hair
Atop your beautiful head

I love the way
You always ponder questions
And desire to know more
Than what's been told
Or what meets the eye

I love the way
You separate yourself from
Every
Other
Girl
I have met
Without intentionally doing so

I love the way
You laugh embarrassingly loud
At all of my jokes
Terrible or not

I love the way
You chew your thumb
When you're in deep thought
Or the way you twist your lips
To the side when you're confused

I love the way
You hype everyone around you
Making them feel as special
As you are to them

I love the way
You never strive to be the world's
Depiction of "perfect"
But your own version of it

I love the way
You're passionate about
Well
About anything really

I love the way
You write notes to yourself
All over your left hand
With a blue pen
Which eventually gets smudged
And smeared all over your right arm
And chin

I love the way
Your fingers get abnormally cold
And I always have a pair of gloves
With me

I love the way
You treat everyone with love
Regardless of what others have said
Or of their known history

I love the way
You smile with your entire being
So much so
That your eyes disappear
And I always have to zoom
On the picture
To see if you accidentally blinked
While you punch my arm

But
The only thing I don't really love
About you
Is the way you love him

Sometimes
When it's dark out
And night has fallen upon my town
I look up
Towards the sky
And can't help but notice
That the sky in itself is not dark
Like we assume it to be
In fact
It's what's beneath
That makes the earth appear dark
Which can be considered poetic
If you let it
But I've noticed that the sky varies
In brightness
Some days
It's acceptably darker
Other nights
It's strangely lighter
Which is ironic
Since the night is quite often
Associated with darkness

I crave to leave
Lingering kisses on
Every.
Single.
Birthmark.
On your body

I desire to passionately kiss your skin
Feel your heartbeat
Beneath my lips

I desire to run my swollen lips
Across your jaw and
Down your neck

I desire to hear your
Heartbeat
Quicken its pace
Breathing
Become erratic
Moans
Release freely
From those precious lips
Of yours

I desire to feel
Your body
Flush against mine
Our hands
Selfishly intertwined
Listen to our hearts
Beat
Together in time

I've learned to accept that
Sometimes
The best response
To certain questions
Happens to be your silence
It possesses the power
To speak emotions
That words cannot

So accept silence
Listen to what it has to offer
Embrace it
Knowing that it has the ability
To bring cathartic consolation
When you
Or someone else
Crave it
In the most dire times

Look me in the eyes
Speak of sugarcoated lies
It will be then when I realize
That you and I were meant to die

Your words lurk in the back of your mind
Brewing a storm of emotions
Ready to destroy

They seep through your skin
Permeating the air
They escape your pursed lips
Biting anyone who comes in contact

Your words
They flow through you
And enter reality
With a vengeance

But one day
You will meet someone
Someone filled with so much light
So much hope inside
That your words can't penetrate
And with that
You will meet your match

For someone
Who claims to not be good
With expressing your emotions
You sure know how to make me
Love
Laugh
Cry
Break
With. Those. Eyes.

I stopped writing poetry
Took a break
Some might say

Maybe it's because I'm finally happy
And I don't need to express my
Melancholy
Frustration
Or anger
Into words
Since they've disappeared

Maybe it's because my muse left me
And now
I don't have any
Raging teenage hormones
To fuel my passionate
Love struck emotions
Into cheesy poetry

Maybe it's because I just needed a break
So that I can start writing about
Happiness
Serenity
Completeness
And look for another muse
To kindle other emotions
That got lost in the flame
That was put out
All too soon

I don't want to capture
A guy's attention
With my body
But with my words
That speak with such
Depth and complexity
It silences his own
And makes him ponder
The ones that escape my lips
And drift into reality
Only to be left lurking
In the forefront of his thoughts
For many hours
After our conversations have drifted
Into the cold
Crisp wind
Of the cool night air

an individual should always feel
confident
IN their looks
but should never be confident
BECAUSE of their looks