Poetry
is
more
than
just
words
it's
feelings
and
thoughts.

Home, sweet home.
You are the memories of my childhood.
Oh, how I love you.
The dreams I had.
The ones lived out and the ones still to be.
Laughing and celebrating with friends and family.
Swinging on the swing that once was in the backyard.
Climbing in the highest tree.
Feeling on the top of the world.
Oh, how I hate you.
The nightmares that hunted me at night.
Crying in the corners of my room.
Failures and broken dreams.
Yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs.
Hiding in bushes and thicket.
Feeling like my world was falling apart.
There is no place like home.

The
worst
break
up
is
the
one
that
never
happens

When you're surrounded by hundreds of people but no one notices you. No one chooses to hear you. Everyone except from him. Him with the goofy big smile from one ear to another. He sees what no one else sees. You. He sees when you look alone surrounded by people. He sees you when you have that distant look in your eyes, like you aren't present. But when you're with him everything changes. You're there, you're not alone.
*You're in love.