dreams

don't only last a night

they can haunt you forever

i love them

but i hate how much they scare me


dreams


you're in my dreams



i'm sending these good thoughts off to you

Stars [11:11]

I wished I was a star in the sky.
It'd be like reading a book or watching a movie.

Suddenly, there'd be no more me and you.
No more problems or
pointless drivel

Don't you see,
we dug this grave
and buried ourselves
in it.

But this time, I don't
want you laying here with
me, this grave isn't
big enough for two.

So now I'll spend my nights wishing,
while looking up at the sky,
that i'll be looking down at you.
Finally I'd sparkle,
show the world I'm bright.
Even if you weren't there to see me,
who says I'd want you back in the first place?

Being a star,
I'd watch everyone's colorful lives,
instead of living my own black and white one.
I'd press the pause button
on my moving pictures
only to sit down
and watch yours.


But tonight,
I already know what I'm wishing for,
and oh boy,
do I hope it comes true.
My realistic wish
of me...and whoever's my one true "you"


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this isn't to say that i'm over all this yet
cause i sure as hell am not,
it's just a poem,
if you may,
a way to let my feelings out.

shit

i hate crying

strangers

strangers held in strangers arms,
don't forget to wrap it tight.
There's this thing called trust,
so easy to lose,
but it's depended on.

I trust you.
is more important than ily and I trust you.

It Won't Get Better

Practice makes perfect.
The vague insanities that they use to try and wrap me around their finger aren't catching my heart.
They may be able to lie their way in and out of the situation, but it'll still be lying.
You can't change what you've done,
or what you should've done.
You can only let it haunt your mind
for your past mistakes are mistakes.
and lets face it,
you can't turn back the clock.

beautiful?

Define beautiful.
Beauty [taken from Dictionary.com] is

the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

Beauty is an opinion.
Being beautiful is not universal.
So really, I can take a rose and rip it to shreds because it's not beautiful.
Who says love is beautiful?
What about when it's not two hearts finding each other? What about when it's broken?
Who says that's beautiful?

Point is,
I'm not beautiful.
My words aren't and my face isn't.
Nothing you can say can change how I feel or they feel.
Because it's their opinion.
If they don't want to call me beautiful
then so be it.
because right now
my writing is falling down a hole
that it dug itself.

about you

those butterflies,
yeah, I get them all the time.
and when you speak to me,
well, my palms start to sweat like crazy.
when you stare me down,
with your deep dark eyes,
I wonder is you can hear my heartbeat
I love it when you hug me,
and adore the smile you get when you see me.

Boy, don't you see how I'm Falling Fast For You.

confusion • ∞

to infinity and beyond
hold my heart,
hold your tongue.
Don't sweep me off my feet,
this world's not big enough for me and you.
Your silly drivel,
won't change my mind,
not this time...no baby, not this time
Each curse from your lips,
as you try to reprogram my heart.
I'm not falling down that hole again,
I'm more comfortable at home.
So get out of my bed
my head
my whole life.
I'd prefer you stayed
but if you can't handle this then no.