I've realized
I've always
been everyone's
second choice

once their
number one
leaves, they
start putting
me first.

actually, sometimes
I'm not
even a
second choice

I'm the
last resort.

but for once
I was the
first choice without
being a second
one at all.

Thank you.
Thank you
for making
me feel
important.

Follow me...
Let's get
lost but,
find ourselves
at the
same time.
Let's discover
each other,
who we
really are.
I wanna
know who
you really
are, not
who you
pretend to
be.

I've loved only one
in my eighteen years
and stopped myself before
I could love another.

I grew up without
love, not knowing what
it felt like to
be loved or to
love someone else.

But now, I  know
what love is after
I've seen and experienced
it.

Except when I fell
in love, it was
only me who fell..

And I don't plan
on falling again unless
I know I will
be caught.

She whispered,
"I love you"

as he stared
off into the
distance

"Did you say
something?"

He turned
his head
towards hers.

"No."

You built me up in the beginning, just to put me down in the end.

I was insecure,
you saw that,
you knew
that.

You complimented me,
building me up,
making my
confidence flourish,
you helped me
feel beautiful.

Then came the
lust and I
became insecure
once again.

I thought in
order to be
beautiful for you,
I had to please you.

I was insecure,
but to the point where
I would stop and
not go further.

I knew what you
liked already,
I didn't want to do
something else where
maybe you didn't
like what you saw
and
you weren't pleased.

"What do you wanna do?"*
I just want to sit with
you
in bath robes,
as we drink wine,
talk about life
and draw ugly
portraits of
each other.

When I care about someone
I give them my all,
every piece of me,
including the ones that are already
broken.
And I am still trying to
figure out if that's
a good
or
bad thing.

I
think you
found love once,
but
you let her
go.

Am I pushing
you away?
I can't tell if
I am.
If i was,
would you tell
me?
I don't mean to.
If I do, maybe
it's because  I
already know
you're going to
leave me like
everyone else.
So I guess I just
make it happen
sooner.
I'm sorry.
I'd rather hurt
now then later
I guess.

tempted to hit you up just so you can make
my emotions go
numb again.

We are all our own puzzle
piece
connecting to
one another's life.

I wanted to hear your voice so bad,
because even though it's been over
a year since I've heard it,
I've completely forgotten
it.
I can still picture the way you
smiled though....
I always loved your smile,
how wide you would grin,
the way your dimples
would peek through your cheeks,
I adored everything about
it.
And your laughter was a whole
other story...
I could always tell you
were truly happy when
you laughed,
it was so pure.
--
I'll keep the pieces I remember
locked in the catacombs of my
memory,
for I smile every time I come
across an old one;
tears do follow but only because
even though you're not on my
mind much,
I still miss you and the good memories,
so it's time to finally throw out
the bad ones.

You are not
worthless.
You are worth
more than all
the stars in
the sky,
More than all
the waves that
kiss the shore,
More than all
the birds that
fly the skies,
More than all
the clouds that
float on by,
More than all
the wishes dreamers
make upon dandelions.
You are worth
something.