Melancholy Hearts

Bittersweet. What ever the kids are calling it these days.
Phone calls that scream. Texts that weep. Stares that break hearts.
Eyes that sing joy. That burning that follows your every touch.
I'm trying to figure out what it is about you that makes me want to be with you all the time.
Maybe its your touch. Maybe its your looks. Maybe its the fact that I'm myself when I'm with you.
And I'm trying to figure out why everyone is so against us. Especially when they brought this idea to us.
Maybe they are mad. Maybe they are jealous. Maybe it will take time.
I just wish I knew what I could do for them to see us like I do.
When I'm with you, everything seems perfect.
When you're gone, the real world comes alive crushing us beneath it.
Trying to suck all the water from our bodies through our tears.
Tearing the ones closest to our hearts to try and suffocate us.
Telling us to fear the margins.
Begging us to play safe. Stay alive. Don't risk the bruises.
Fear? Is weakness.

Be My Safety

I'm cold as the wind blows. So hold me in your arms.
Because I love insanity. And I crave adventure.
And I love falling into this water. To feel the water surround me; holding me tightly.
Taking me deeper into this sense of wonder.
Because yesterday was perfect. And today bliss. And tomorrow is hope.
Hope that won't disappoint. Bliss that will more than satisfy.
Because this is the start of something beautiful. And because you are the start of something new.
And because you are right. And perfect. And because I don't see anything I don't like about you. But I will... okay.
Meet me on the battlefield. I'll fight with you for you. I'll fight for us. Because we're worth it.
Okay? Okay.

You're nice.

Yesterday was a glimpse of what our future could hold. 

And I loved every single part of it. 

From the soup and spitballs to the music and the movie.

From the slut Brooke and the sighs of losing kings in the corner to you again

From our hugs to hand holds.

And from silent stares that are never awkward.

This is to being vulnerable and taking this leap with you.

You're nice. And I'm happy.

Sacrifices

That's not the right word; but it's the closest I can get to what this is.

You say that if I'm leaving friendships then of course it's wrong.

But that's where you are wrong. 

That's not how it is. 

It's so right that if I have to sacrifice those, then I will.

It means THAT much to me. 

He means that much to me. 

And that's your decision if you say goodbye to our friendship. 

You're gonna say goodbye to me because I'm following my heart? 

Because I'm doing what I know is right? What feels right?

Well don't blame me. That's your own damn fault. 

Don't want to be missing you tonight.

But I am. I miss that smile that sings happiness.
I miss those words that bring me back to life.
Although tonight was so fun with my girls, I miss you like crazy.
I'm thinking about those eyes that I catch staring at me.
I miss them. I miss the feeling at home when I hear your voice.
I miss you getting really close to my face with yours in a casual setting.
And I miss the electricity I feel between that little space.
I miss you. But with every passing minute you're not here, this whole "missing" just hurts more.
Because every minute I'm missing you, you're not missing me back.

Soon-To-Be

Your poems have gotten lazy with lies.You have gotten lazy my dear.
Tomorrow isn't possible because you are so stuck in the painful past.
If you would just look up, you'd see hope.
Hope we are giving you.
Its not gonna completely satisfy,
But fill in the aching holes, it will do.
And maybe you don't want that. But you need it.
And maybe you don't need me. But you want me.
Downwards you see those glass rainbows; covered with salty water.
And you know, those rainbows are yours.
Well. Soon-to-be.
If you accept them.

My Dear, You're Drifting.

Pleading for the last few quotes. Crying those silent, slowly rolling down those cheeks, tears.
I hear you singing in the darkness. I feel that pain you hide behind those eyes.
I want to take your heart in my hands and give it a solid home.
I want to fight beside you. Even if all I do is die and wait for you to bring me back.
Losing. Winning. Who cares if you can protect me?
Grasping empty air to hold you steady. Yearning for the impossible.
I listen to your voice with an open heart.
I accept you with all your mistakes.
Drifting away in the wind as I walk by and you realize we all love you.

Poetry and They

Burned eyebrows.
Cracked lips.
Tragic eyes.
Silent tears.
Blank page.
White walls.
Broken heart.

Mustn't Be Afraid to Dream a Little Bigger Darling,

Hopes. Dreams. Yearlings.
Itch you can't scratch.
 That smell you dream of but never find while awake.
Blind sights set on sin.
Impossible desires.
I wanted these things. I needed them.
Until I dreamed a little bigger.
Just a push. And I was soaring.
My eyes are now poems and I see you now.
I mustn't be afraid anymore.

This Feels Like Falling In Love

Settle down with me.
And stop thinking about that tempting body.
All it does is drag you deeper into that pit.
Pit of NOTHING but despair and tears.
Lay down with me. And hold me. In your arms.

And let me take that aching in your heart and turn it into beating again.
That pain behind those words.

And that's how I know you.
I know you.
I'm falling for your eyes. But they don't know me yet.
This feels like falling in love.