Conversations all fake
I did it out of hate
A rule that I’ll brake
To much to take

I guess I’ll catch you later
A broken record player
Thought that I’d hate you
Feelings couldn’t shake you

Hey, I was told to move on
Didn’t think a kiss would feel this strong
But you showed me red
And I knew all along
Didn’t know a smile could do me so wrong

But I’ll try again tomorrow
The feelings of sorrow
Can’t be looped into a fifty five scar no,

But it burns ,
Nice to a crisp
I’ll show you what happens when I break through the mist

How I cursed your brown hazel daggers
But I know you’re so sad,
A little broken rat
Please don’t come around looking for a man

Because when I saw it ,
I laughed
What a bad joke
Look at my face and you’ll see a open book

saw u walking with that other girl
smiling so happily
i think its jealousy
so don’t mind me
u talk to her
every single day
yet u throw excuses at me
maybe it’s not just jealousy
its just u
not making ur priorities

I would choose to have
one really good friend
over of a thousand mediocre friends.

When I'm asking why
you love me
I'm really asking
why the wind blows

at this point.

The only answer
you couldn't explain;
How can your sun still shine
in the midst of my rain?
These unsaid things
are better off said,
because you forgave me
for everything but to you

I couldn't allow the same.

A patience for distress
I'll never understand;
A slow burning candle
in a sea of darkness..

My small light of hope

dancing in the wind.
How is this possible?
The one thing I can explain -
the reason you love me,
those answers must be the same.

If I was blind, would I be braver?
If I was deaf, would I be able to speak?
If I was just a bit taller, would I be able to ask?
If I was just a bit stronger, would I be able to share?
If I was...

Okay so,
I told myself
I'd write a poem
Or something
About this because
Writing always helps
Right?

So here goes:

You came to me
In a dream last night
(Again.  God, please just leave me alone)
And asked me if
I thought of you
Often.

And I tilted my head
And smiled some
Crippled cracked grin
And my chest filled up
With warm water
And I was drowning
From the inside out
As I burbled and sputtered
Through the choking waves:

"There has not
Been a day where
I have not
Thought of you
Since we met."

And I *******
Hate myself
Because I stumbled
Over my words
I was sure would
Spill out poetic,
Or at least better
Sounding than that,
And I wanted to
Impress you someway
Somehow
Even though the last time
I saw you
You told me you couldn't believe
You fell for my stupid poetry
The first time around,

And I *******
Hate myself
Because now
My dreams are speaking
More truth
Than I can willingly
Admit to awake.