you are my poetry
you are my aesthetic
you are my music
you are my art
you are mine.

You’re always there,

On my mind

And you never seem to leave.

It’s embarrassing

When you catch me staring.

You say something

And I blush.

****

I say,

I’m sorry!

It’s awful.

I wish I didn’t feel this way about you

But I do.

Crap.

I’m sorry!

I get lost

And stare off into space

When I think of you.

You tease me about my poetry

But I bet you don’t know

That most of it is about you.

You take my depression from me,

Make me smile,

You make me feel whole again.

I think I love you

And you say you feel the same

But I don’t believe you.

Because we both like her too

And she’s taken

Like you’ve taken my heart.

kissing you would be bittersweet, words never said and words waiting spilling into each other.

i hope
you realise
that anger
might hide the pain
for a while
but it will catch up to you
in the end
it will eat you alive
it will bite you in the ***
i don’t think you really want that
do you?

How can emptiness
Be so **** heavy?

How can a poet
Run out of words?

How can a musician
Run out of lyrics and song?

How can I be
When I want nothing more than to not exist?

I’ll never forget you.

I can promise you that.

That’s probably the only thing I can promise.

Until the day I die,

No matter how soon or late that day is,

I will always remember you.

And if there is a such thing

As life after death,

Then I will remember you still.

If there is life after death,

Then I believe in love after death, too.

I will love you for all eternity.

Till fate do us part.

you already are a masterpiece, love. in the louvre, amongst all of that art, I would still stare at you.

you make the stars feel reachable.

I can’t believe

I’m leaving you

In this hell

So soon.

I feel awful about it.

Because with each passing day,

You seem more and more lost.

I wish I wasn’t the only one

Doing this to you.

I wish you didn’t

Have to experience it

At all.

I’m so ******* sorry.

I want to fill their veins with stardust, to bring to them what they once were, to express my love in any extreme. I want to profess my undying adoration for them from the rooftops, careless about any passerby who may hear.

It was way after
11:11,
But still,
I was thinking of you.
Because you never
Ever
Ever
Leave my mind.

No matter how hard I try,
It doesn’t make a difference.
I wear masc clothing
But when I run out,
I’m left with femme stuff.
People do double-takes
When they look at me,
Trying to figure out
What the hell I am.
I can tell you this:
I’m not a ma’am.
I am a man.

Not good enough
No,
I’m not good enough
I never have been
And I will never be good enough
Never ******* good enough

wait to paint sunsets and galaxies on your skin, in hopes that they'll be even a fraction as beautiful as you.

WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME
I DID NOTHING WRONG

When I die,

Please don’t cry over me.

Because I will not be able

to wipe away your tears.

You know I’ve loved you,

Always,

Until the day I died.

I can’t care for you anymore,

But you’re ready.

I have faith in you.

You believe in life after death

And I believe in love after death

So we will find each other

Again.

they told me
that you would hurt me
but I don’t care
you’re worth it
that doesn’t stop me
from hoping though
please
treat me like the king I
treat you as

You are the sun
And I am the moon.

You are the stars
And I am the cloudless night.

You are the air
And I am the lungs.

You are the snow
And I am the rain.

You are a drizzle
And I am a hurricane.

You are the peace
And I am the chaos.

You are the waves
And I am the wind.

You are mine
And I am yours.

I think I'll go outside and look at the stars tonight. Will you look at them too?

I’m trying to follow my heart
But my heart is in a
Million pieces
So how the hell
Am I supposed to do that
Without getting lost?

I know you’re stressed
because I’m leaving so soon
but please
act better than this
because I love you
and this hurts too bad

I’m afraid to tell you

Because I’m not sure how you’ll take it.

Ma’am, I’m different.

I’m not like my brothers or my sisters.

I’m trapped inside

This body that doesn’t belong to me.

If you look at me from the outside,

You see a girl

But if you look at me from the inside,

You see a boy.

I’m not comfortable

With how I look.

These feelings are real

I’m just not sure how to explain it.

It makes me want

To rip my skin apart

To crawl out

Of my very being.

I still like makeup

And sometimes wear girly clothes

But I want to cut my hair

And have surgery.

This isn’t a snap decision

I’ve felt this way for a while.

I’m sorry if this disgusts you

I hope you’re not disappointed

Because you mean so much to much

And I really don’t want to lose you, too.

you're right, you're something more. no art museum would ever be worthy of you.

I WAS ASKED WHY
I LIKE YOU SO MUCH
AND I HAD NO ANSWER
I JUST DO I’M SORRY IF THAT’S
WEIRD BUT I CAN’T HELP IT I WISH
I COULD TRUST ME YOU ARE JUST YOU
AND THAT’S SO ******* AMAZING BECAUSE
YOU ARE YOU AND YOU ARE SO ******* PERFECT

Your eyes
Speak more
Words
Than your
Lips ever
Could.