I love you
you don't take it seriously

why can't we say I love you anymore

do you not trust me
that's on me

I know
I come and go

I'm begging please trust me when I say
I won't hurt you

hurts me more when you don't

why can't I say I love you
felt so wrong the first time I did
felt like it went to waste

you came along
we haven't met in so long
still the same too nice you can't runaway

do you not consider me
even as a friend

beautiful stranger
fall into my arms
I beg you please
believe me

there are
on earth
as in places unknown

two types of people:
one stands before the camera

and the other
stands behind;

but it is on record
that they both
must
surely
die.

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon