I’m a walking corpse
Your kiss was the only thing that made me feel alive again

How do you make me feel better and worse at the same time?

I wonder how badly I’ll hurt myself this time
I can’t feel special just because we’re going through the motions

It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either

I agonize over the few mundane interactions we’ll have today
I want more

Two days ago everything was so different
Now I’m dreading seeing you at work again

I need a sign
Beyond any shadow of a doubt

Every guy sees my soul
Every guy...except for you

Why do I choose to torture myself?
Why do I try to convince myself you’re any good for me in any way?

You’re hurting me
And you don’t care
Because you don’t know
I’m hurting me by not telling you

Wide awake with worry

An overwhelming feeling to leave
Sixteen minutes in
If this feeling persists
Another **** to my collection
Smaller than yours but,
Still more in addition.
Reading your poems about her,
I’m erased.
Will I ever tell you how diminished they make me feel.
You have to know I read them.
Suicide. Self inflicted.
Today, I’ll win an Oscar.

Who is she?
What’s her name?
What was she like?
Did she always say the right thing?
Why do you still love her?
Why can’t you love me?

I miss having someone to make plans with
I miss having a date to look forward to
I miss the routine of a relationship
I don’t miss the raw agony they always end in

Your mind is a minefield
I tiptoe around the danger

My soul has been through enough
You might disintegrate it entirely

I want someone to notice you’re happy
I want them to point it out to you
And I want you to realize it’s because of me

Please come visit me in my dreams tonight

It’s excruciating to just see you
I need to feel you

Your genuine conversation sends a wave of happiness that crests higher than heaven

We’ve skipped a few steps
Now we’re in limbo

I’d like to think I’m special
Something tells me I’m not

Your validation feels like what I’ve needed my whole life

It won’t hurt my feelings
I don’t have any left

Why are you all I can ever think about?

Everyone keeps acting like it’s not a big deal
Like I’m just having a bad day
They don’t realize the thing in my head isn’t like a monster under my bed
It’s a relentless killer

I want to know what’s in your head
I want to matter that much to you

You don’t think about me at all
It should hurt more
But it’s what I expected

Who else do you talk to?
Are you making an emotional connection with them?

I get your rotten, maggot filled scraps
I settle for them
Because they’re yours

You’re getting too close to me
I’ll only disappoint
That’s what you told me.
What does that even mean?
I can’t change my feelings for you
but,
I can’t force you to have any feelings for me.
I’m disappointed I can’t just be who you want enough for you to even want to try.

Should I stop being so negative about you not liking me?
I don’t even know if you do or don’t
I’ve never asked
I’m too afraid of your answer
Maybe if I let in some positive hope something magical would happen

I wonder about what broke you
I know a piece of it lies in our pasts that are awfully intertwined
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
I should have told you
If I could go back,
I’d tell you in a heartbeat
You make my heart beat
You make my heart race

Without planning or words, you crossed the threshold
I, closed my eyes and surrendered to your kiss
An explosion of bliss

Can no one see the sadness in my eyes?
Am I just that good at masking it?
Or do they just not care?

Why keep pretending I could be a fraction of anyone you’d actually want
We should just end whatever this thing we’re doing is

I’m going to bed
With you on my lips

My head and heart are strangers now

The loneliness is killing me but,
Why do I prefer to be alone?

The pain is more than a frequent visitor now
It’s a permanent tenant

I’m not what you want
It hurts
Especially when I know I’m what other guys want
But I just want you

The thought of you a few towns over, thinking about me,
It’s almost too much for me to take in
What do you want from me?

The wondering is killing me
Should I tell you how I feel?
Regardless of how I know you feel
Would knowing you don’t like me hurt?

It hurts so much more knowing I’m being purposefully ignored

All we do now is write poetry about each other.
I wonder how you would feel if you knew that all I can focus on, is our past.

I can’t imagine you, thinking about me
I can’t imagine me, not thinking about you

Things never happen how you want them to but they always happen how they’re supposed to

I want nothing more than to see you
but...
Seeing you is getting harder and harder to bear

Life is too extreme for my delicate, tender sensibilities

I couldn’t save you.
That destroyed us.