I just want to cuddle with you as I watch you look at the stars. And your eyes will fill with wonder as you look up at the sky. But still the nights beauty can only come second best, because the prettiest girl in the universe rests her head on my chest.
I want to wrap my arms around you as we awe at shooting stars. And we make the same wish, unspoken but still ours. I want to lay in a grass bed and give you the universe and my heart, I want to read you all of my poems because you inspire all my art.

Stars and rockets and a grassy bed are what your smile leaves me thinking in my dreaming head.

Yeah,
I ****** up.
To be fair, you did the same thing.
But i did it knowing the consequences.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry your love is a *******.
I’m sorry I can’t make good decisions.
I’m sorry for robbing you of my your summer.
I’m sorry for not thinking ahead.
I love you.

Your power complex just makes you look like you beat your wife.
You're not cool.
I bet you feel big for making her cry.
I bet you go home and drink.
I bet you are pro guns.
I bet you voted for trump.
You are a *******.
Next time you get in her face you better be prepared to meet me when you're off duty.
*******, I wont do what you tell me.

It was late and it was doomed from the start. I don’t know what to call it but I didn’t like it. I was mad at the world and I put the burden on you. I just want you to hold me when I’m feeling blue.

A night only lit by a tv screen
and movies we didn’t watch.
A kiss shared in confidence,
and my fingertips on your neck.
An exhale of pleasure, followed by a smile,
and butterflies in my stummy, as your hands run through my hair.
A night that scared me in the most beautiful way,
And a girl to share it with makes me feel so alive.

When the world was split in two I dug my nails into the earth and pulled the continents together so we wouldn’t drift apart.
When the sky was crashing down I put my palms against the clouds and I pushed up with all my strength just to win over your heart.
When the sun faded out and we were left in the dark I set my poems and writings on fire just to keep you from the cold.
When the thunder woke you up and the lightning burned the forest I played you all of my songs to protect you and gave you safety to uphold.
When the world was quickly ending I tried my best to keep you safe, but you never seemed to want me. You pushed my help away.

"please don't laugh at me when we talk."

"okay"

She laughed anyways.

"It makes me feel like you don't care"

"I'm sorry"

She laughed anyways

"I have told you this thousands of times"

"I know. I'll stop"

and she kept on laughing.

It's the feeling that you don't miss me that chips away at my heart. Like you have to pretend to like me and you try to keep your distance. The worst part is I know it's not true. But I still feel like it is. I think that late nights and distance has fueled too many pointless arguments. I think we would be fine if I could hug you. I hope you never do what you did last night. I hope we can forget about our fights. The truth is I was worried. Because you never text first. And when you do it's never a compliment. And I know it sounds stupid. And I know it is stupid. And I understand now that nothing has to change. I felt clingy because im always praising you. I cried the night before because I couldn't call you. Is that clingy? I miss you too much. I burned the song. I cried again. I'm sorry. I feel like all of this writing is insignificant. Just know that I love you. And we will be fine.

There are scars that I wear that are close to my smile, and the claws that gave them to me are close to your heart, and they have scratched you and torn you and left you for dead but you crawl back for more because she is still your friend. And I respect you for it. It makes me proud. I’ve written poem upon poem of how I wanted to fix the beast that gave me my scars, but I could never find it in my heart to go back for more blood. But you are kind. You love all. I get so ******* jealous of your happiness and I feel like something is wrong. Like I’m the burden, like I’m the mess. And we share the same friends but they like you more, and I’m just a tag along who is there for show, and if the unspeakable happens, and I’m left alone I don’t think that I will find any way to cope. I’m so ******* afraid of so many ******* things, but I’m too much of a coward to even tell you all of my fears. I don’t want you thinking that I’m ****** up in the head. I don’t want you thinking that I’m crazy. I’m not. I don’t hear voices in my head at all. I rarely hear the voices of my friends at all. And I don’t want to put pressure on you. I hope that you know that. I’m just over reacting to my little thoughts. I’m so ******* jealous of the smile you wear, but there isn’t a face I know that could wear it better.

Is it that I scare you?
Is my judgment too sharp?
I know It sounds stupid to be upset about,
but this is the second time it has happened.
The second time that someone I love has been in fear of my judgment.
I do my best to tell you how much you mean to me.
I to my best to create a safe space for you to come and hide in.
But no.
It’s fine.
I’m over reacting.
I can learn to cope with the fact that I scare the ones I love.
I just wish I could hear a loved one sing once.

We’re more than them,
at least  I thought.
I didn’t know you felt that way.
As if all I want is your touch.
Do you not know that you are so much more than that?
You’ve changed your name,
You’re writing fears,
You’re unsure of our bond.
If it makes you feel better, I really do think we have something that goes beyond kisses.
I really do think we are better than the fights.
I’m sorry you don’t feel the same way.

Why the **** can’t I be normal
Why the **** can’t I have fun

I feel so ******* isolated when I’m surrounded by my friends.
And I think it’s because my friends show the truth.
They would rather cause drama than talk to me at all.
They would never even be near me if I didn’t buy them concert tickets.

I’m finding comfort in loneliness because there’s no one left to turn away from me.

I don’t know when this started.
I don’t know when this will end
I think it was somewhere between the Christmas lights and the letters.
But I’m afraid of my family.
As I should be.
As I should be?
I’m not sure anymore.
Maybe I’m just better off writing songs for people who care.

I know how deep these roots can grow, and I know I can never change them. But next time when you're feeling down, remember that I wrote you this poem.
I call you pretty every day because I want you to know the truth.
These plastic models on Instagram have nothing on your beauty.
You're belly button is adorable, that's why I poke it so much. I'll stop if it makes you insecure, but know that I do it out of love.
Your body sets the standards for me, and nothing will ever compare. A girl that fits perfectly in my arms is a girl who outshines the world.
You unintentionally exaggerate thought because the world has sent you fear. But the only thing anyone thinks when you walk into a room is how beautiful you are.
You are so ******* stunning, and I love you to death. I know this won't change how you think but at least you know how I feel.

I call her ****.
I call her *****.
I say I hate her.
I say she is deceptive.
I say she is a liar.
I have never said that about you.

So before you get all hot headed (like you do) and go off to write an excuse of a poem about it, get your facts straight. Maybe then I'll want to read it.

I want to hold you closer than the ink on my skin and tell you stories that make you smile and light up.
I want to watch ****** movies with you so I can hold your hand and kiss your soft freckled cheeks.
I want to sing you my songs and trace the invisible lines that run up and down your legs.
I want to love you as you love me, and call you my friend, because this world is too dangerous alone.

I want your smile,
I want your love,
I want your comfort,
I want you.

You, darling, mean the world to me.
Your comforting touch sends my fears away.
Your loving smile makes the world feel brighter.
Your stunning eyes make me feel so ******* lucky to be loved by you.
You are a Taylor Swift concert in the backseat of a car,
and you have a childish fun that I need in this grown up life.
I love you is an understatement for how I feel for you,
but sometimes saying “I love you” is the best that I can do.

I’m shoving money down the throats of my friends just to keep them on a leash
And I’m actually afraid of going broke because I don’t want to lose my leverage.
I know that’s ******.
But I love them so much.
And they don’t have to care about me,
but I want them around.

I wish that life was as easy as sipping a raspberry coke,
I wish I could waltz with you in summer.
But weeds trap feet,
And the band starts to freeze,
And your hand starts to slip from mine.
And the coke is a poison,
And the song has a dissonance,
And I'm left lying in bed alone.

I wish life was as easy as sipping raspberry coke,
I wish I could waltz with you in summer.
But something about a sweetness in 3/4 time,
makes me think you're too good to be true.

I feel like you don’t miss me.
I feel like you have more fun with others.
I hate the way I feel.

I was looking for a cat in the parking lot of an O’Charlie’s and I suddenly realized that you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.