Breaking of the heart
many people will see that it is wrong.
So many empty spaces.
Just remember you must be strong.
But all of these spaces
i've learned
there's enough room for new love to grow.
The person that once filled them
was always meant to be let go.
So darling your empty spaces
can create a strange heart that's full.
So if your heart is made of cracks and spaces
don't believe them when they claim it's wrong
because their heart is probably empty
and they haven't learned to be strong.

coloring in spaces a little to dark
an awful permanent mark

no good for me,
broken you see
and, well we could never be
as we are too similar, see?

as I race to erase
every smudge I will chase

I'm no longer in your mind
forgotten
is what you call me
you simply look over my withering frame
as if you are simply blind.
I sit all alone; gathering all of this dust
broken
is what I am
my heart slowly waning
it's a wonder I haven't began to rust.
I notice now I'm nothing but a forgotten toy
without a cause
never more am I useful
but sometimes I can't help but wonder,
"could I bring another joy?"

Our friendship has grown
I knew back then we'd see each other,
Roll our eyes and groan

We were with our friends
When we got introduced
We decided to call a truce

Now we are unseperable
Like peas in a pod
To think we ever hated each other is quite odd

This time it isn’t the edge of glory
no satisfaction,
not a happy end to this story.

Over the edge of a cliff.
That’s where she’ll jump,
no longer holding onto “what if.”

She hurts inside where you’ll never see.
That girl (she has a face)
and her name is me.

Jumping,, over the edge, this is her story.
Too bad it’s no longer the
“edge of literal glory.”

It's quiet
too quiet
she can hear the breathing;
the life;
the sadness;
and the grieving;
what she doesn't hear is that
her own heart isn't beating.

the aroma of white citrus from a shower like summer rain. white sheets, a beautiful contrast to a tan body that nobody loves. the hushed breathing of people dreaming, things that I will never be honored to learn. pillows that may as well be clouds as I sink into them. the coolness of this bed, lonely but perfect as a morning with cool dew. all of this is perfectly amazing, but I’d rather share it with you.

I finally know why I'm drawn to blue
it's both happy and sad
and it says
*i understand you

I turn to this old site
to write some poetry
just because it might
help soothe me to sleep.

I never go to bed on time
so to help me
I think of a rhyme
maybe two; just for you.

Tomorrow when I wake
I'll know that writing this poem
is probably a mistake
and I know at school I'll be no count.

So poetry help me dream
drifting away
sometimes poems aren't what they seem...

It means that I’m the happiest that I have ever been,
it means that I will call you just to hear you sing.

This is what it means to be in love with you.

It means late nights, layin in bed
it means getting to play with the hair on your head.

This is what it means.

It means wishing to be together, alone
it means yearning to hear your voice over the phone.

Oh but this is what it means.

It means looking forward to every day,
it means not missing out on my chance to say
I love you

because that’s what it’s like to be in love with you.

in this classroom I feel so alone
there are many people in here so
what's with my imagination's tone?
Many whispers or mumbles all around
too many people that can't keep still
my peace of mind with them I have not found.

True love comes in many forms.
The most different and unique is for Hunter.

True love is calling non-stop
from miles away
to make sure I didn’t cut
I had put the blade away.
True love is that care
the “you’re beautiful” stare
and the endless beauties you’ve shown me.
In the form of saving my life,
fixing our fights,
and helping me stay on track.
In the form of your kisses
and your “sweet dream” wishes,
in the form of my favorite song.
You’re in my head and my heart,
you made everything right when it was all wrong.

Yes Hunter,
I’m in love with you now
and I feel that I will be
until the death parting vow.
Forever and always watching out for me.
Doing what others can’t
being what I’ll always need.

Oblivious to the
passing
wasting
and loss
Of time
she never really knew how beautiful
and eventful
life is.
She was oblivious in so many ways.
The tears that were unselfishly cried over her
all of the wonderful sentences she never again would hear.

They feel like they're doing a good deed
So they ask how you're doing
You reply
Fine
But fine is something that you need.
Your tears, you can drown in
Fine is the thing that needs findin