we haven't talked for a while
and i know it's my fault.
i see all your words and i always wonder.
are they about me?
or someone else that i don't see?
i don't want to waste your time.
you have your life and i have mine.
i know you probably don't miss me,
but i don't want us to drift.
i know it's all because of me
and i should just let you go.
but instead,
i want to call you up and talk about everything.
school,
shows,
movies,
everything.
do you want that too?

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?

i wanted us to work,
and i still do.
but i know this is over,
and you know it too.
for me, it was fun while it lasted,
but i don't know about you.
i know this is goodbye,
and now i'm back to blue.

Home is somewhere you feel safe and can be yourself,
Not a place where I don’t even recognize myself.
This house is not a home but instead hell,
a place where I can't get up from where I fell.
When I come "Home" it's a drag
because there I'm considered a ***

My home is not a place,
instead it's someone who doesn't see me as a disgrace
But they're in invisible pain, depression
and I fear one day they'll just be gone and done.
Done from the living in this horrible place,
Done from hiding their true face.
Done from being in constant fear.
Done from shedding tear after tear.

My wish is for them to see what I see:
someone who goes through things bravely,
someone who is beautiful inside and out,
someone who doesn't let anything stop them and continue going on and about,
someone smart,
someone who stole and melted my heart.

My home.
My one true love.

I've become nothing

The colors I see
Aren't so charming
Like they use to be

I'm nothing

I don't understand anything