anger is raging inside of me,
yet all I can do is cry.
cry like I've never cried before.
I gave you my heart
and you promised not to break it.
I used to feel everything,
now I'm heartless.
detached from everything.
you broke me,
but I forgive you.
I hate you because you left me damaged,
but I still love you.

In an attempt to get over you
I slept without your sweatshirt

All last night
Without your shirt
Tossing, turning, waking up

Tonight, I gave in
Because I know that I need you

So here it is
And here it will stay
Your sweatshirt in my arms
Day after day

And I laughed…
Nobody laughed back
I was laughing alone
There were eyes on me
I could feel a lot of eyes on me
Feeling me up
Lingering on parts of me
Some parts more than the others
The eyes soon got bored
Lost interest in me and my parts
They switched their attention
back to the customary dullness
However, every time a new pair of eyes set sight on me,
it lingered for a while
But they soon joined the rest
Eyes, many eyes, lots of 'em
I saw them looking
I sensed them looking
They wanted reason
They wanted a story
They wanted to see more than a happy face
It would cheer them up
Helped flush the blandness in?
They dug it out of my laughing face
while I was still alive
I didn’t have a reason now
But they didn’t care
They made it up
Each pair saw a different story
Some were similar, others distinct
Some saw varying proportions
of tragedy and insanity,
while others saw total madness
Some shared their imagination
while others kept it to themselves
Eyes, I wondered,
were funny little organs
They compelled the mighty brain
to think about what they saw,
every time they saw,
and they never stopped seeing.

The way you hold my hand is like a warm blanket reminding me of home
There is a seriousness to the way you play with my fingers
And the way you look at me, that I have to look away
I know that you're afraid that I might be a trick of the light
Even lightning that might strike twice
Something that you cannot grasp
Although I tell you my blood looks for solid stuff
I myself am made of wisp and air
Here is me being in your lungs as least

Seriously, the guy looks like a Greek god.
The spitting image of Zeus, himself.

I trip over words and feelings every time he’s around.
A fumbling mess of, “Hey, how are you?” and “I read your horoscope last night.”

A vibrant pulse of jitters and excitement, because every time I see him I think, “This is it, this is the day he notices me.”
But it isn’t.

I feel like a bubblegum fairy in a world with an abundance of light and dandelions…
Is that stupid?

Red;
Your fire red hair and freckles that cover your pale body;

Orange;
Your soft, sweet kisses that you place upon my cheek and lips;

Yellow;
Your hugs that warm me up when I'm sad or upset;

Green;
Your big beautiful eyes that I could get lost in just staring at them;

Blue;
The tears that stroll down my face when I'm not with you;

Purple;
The passion I feel when cuddling, snuggling, or falling asleep with you;

Pink;
Every time you compliment me, or give me kisses, I blush;

Black;
The pain I feel, or the darkness I go into when I feel alone;

Every color that I have written down,
Reminds me of why I have fallen in love with you.
You are my "Happily Ever After",
My favorite part of each day,
And my sunshine to my cloudy and rainy days;