When i first met you
near north on the compass
i was awestruck
by your openness and grace
so evident
by this first chance meeting.
i was hooked within the month.
that's always how its been for me,
i fall in love easily.
simply terrified, i didn't know what to do
what to think
i had never felt real love
true love
boundless love to the infinity that i did with you.
and it took a while, but i finally built the courage
to tell you how i felt
and that's as far as i got
for a while.
i was naive
i didn't know that silence means go away
or that it could be intended as a mercy
leaving would have been smart
but wisdom and love don't always mix
opposing magnets, they are both positive.
and so it came to pass,
that several long months later
in the warmth that told of goodbyes
i asked you out
and you made me euphoric
when you whispered yes
but i was shattered
when your fingers wrote no.
and that was all i could hear,
for the remainder of the year
your 'no'
scattered amongst sympathetic refuse and broken glass...
i waited
and lied
and silently cried
hiding behind this mask of a smile that was never really mine.
to this day, you are my friend
and to this day, i cant blame you
for anything
because heartbreak, like a doting child
follows you wherever you run
no matter how hard you try to escape.
ill always be here for you,
even if i can barely look at you,
because the only true remedies
for wounds like these
lie in distance
and not in polyromanticism

I want to protest,
I want to rebel
I want to stand up and yell in their faces.

I'm tired of being put down,
I'm tired of falling short.
I'm tired of trying so hard for things that don't even matter to me.

It's sad teenagers dream of being 18 so they can get away from the life they're living
It's so **** sad that some feel that life is so bad that they'd harm themselves to escape.

We're told to think for ourselves but then when we speak our minds we're told to shut up and sit down as if a teenager couldn't possibly know anything about the world; as if the number of years on this earth determines whether or not we understand the concept of loving another human unconditionally, or understand what it's like to be sad.

I want everyone to come together and fight the injustice. To live deliberately, to **** the marrow out of life.

I see you in the halls,
I know you see me too
and I can't help but wonder:
why?
what do you see?
you're so much better than me.
when I touch you
my stomach overturns
with the soft fluttering
of delicate, heart-shaped butterflies
it never lasts long
but it always happens.
you mean the world
to me
you are everything
to me
you warm me,
despite incurable chill
you are the dawning Summer,
sweeping away the rains of spring.
but sometimes
in the small moments
of night before I close my eyes,
I wonder
what if?
what if I tried too hard?
what if you stopped seeing me,
as we pass in the halls
I doubt myself.
I doubt that the ethereal strength
of my tainted soul
could endure such
unfathomable torment.
willpower is brittle
and things break,
that do not bend.
and as finger strikes key
after key
I wonder if you will read this
and wonder at the length
of this piece
this poem...
feelings like these do not come lightly
and the passion never fades.
so know now
this great extent,
and know that I
will always be here
in this work
because
feeling is timeless,
thought boundless,
and writing limitless,
so it becomes my tool,
my vessel,
the capsule to contain me
in my emotion
for you.