I'll Miss Him, But It's Time.

Rearrange & Attach.


Ponder that thought.
Try and figure out why these times seem to be distraught.
That frown upon your face?
It only occurs when certain figures swiftly stop by.


This is happening because?
…You deserve it?
Now that can’t be right.


You make pure and ridiculous points,
Until he sweeps you away from the insanities.


Then the warmth and comfort of his words…
You can taste the happiness.
That weightless touch of his hand places a smile upon your face.
Try and figure out how his power secures your mind.
Ponder that thought.


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This Realization.


The brisk winds of the changing seasons wake me up.
They help me remind myself that this is real.


Brushing your hand along the side of my cheek; it's real.
Kissing my hand and making me blush; it's real.
Looking deep into my eyes and telling me how you feel; it's real.


As the winds are passing,
As the leaves are falling,
As my hair is getting tangled,


This love that I have for you; is real.


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For some odd reason my heart beats at a ridiculous rate for this boy. There has always been something about him that makes my attention writhe for his presence. Its been three years since my mind has been set on him. The inspirations he has given me. Like these words that I'm typing. Or the poetry that I manage to make sense of and put down on paper. Yet when I try to write something about him that I mean to be like the length of a book, it always turns out that I can't write more than a paragraph or two down. I can't figure out where to begin or when to end. Maybe I can't finish writing this because I know there is more to come. Why start writing about something if it isn't over yet? Maybe I feel as if this relationship won't end. Which means that no matter how much I write about the present; the future with him could be forever.


you wouldn't understand, but he is my reason.

chocolate donuts & fuzzy ladybugs.

your spirit leaves my imagination running wild with things that could be. [10.25.08]

He said he loved me, that he needed space, but all he really means is that he doesn't want me anymore. He tried to say it in a nice way, but I'm still the one hurt every time. My heart is the one that is stepped on every time. My hope is the hope that is shattered EVERY TIME.

Paths of Emotion.

Before i truly meant the words that defined my future, before my soul was truly touched by an angel, before my lips were taken from their innocence, before my heart was practically obliterated, before these eyes saw the darkness of negativity, I believed in love.

I believed that love would take me away to a fantasy world, i believed that love had a barrier to protect me, i believed that love would never hurt me, i believed that love was everywhere, i believed that people used love for good and not take it for an advantage against someone, maybe it was the person,

Maybe it was the person who convinced me that love would protect me forever, maybe it was the person who swore to me that he would never hurt me, maybe it was the person who told me they would never lie to me, maybe it was the person who promised me he would love me forever unconditionally, was it you?