Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your eyes are enchanting,
You make my thoughts seem daft.

Since the day I first laid eyes on you,
My feelings grew and grew.
In that first conversation my knees clicked and clacked,
And those butterflies flipped and flapped.

And as I spill these simple rhymes,
My mind goes over time and time,
Why didn't you ask me to dance,
During that slow song of endless romance?

I hope this doesn't seem to creepy.
Please don't think my thoughts have flown too freely.
Just know that what I speak is true,
And that I have fallen deeply for you.

-

I wrote you a love letter,
sent it to you through the mail
Barely legible (it was my handwriting)
but something that came straight from my heart
You said it was the most beautiful
thing you have ever received

And I just want you to know,
I meant every word

How is it she make him happy from
  so far away a place?
How is it his heart so full when he has
  never held her hand?
How does it feel so much like love  
  every time he awakens
    in the middle of the night
How is it as if it has been there
  all along
Like she has always been the bird
  singing in his heart
He must be mad or crazy or completly
  lost it all
No skin no bones no blood no soul
How is it that he's smiling while
  lying there all alone
How is it he cant escape from a love
  he can't embrace

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I'm still trying to figure out wether
We really belong together.
When we were so close and everything
Seems so fine it makes me want
You so much more.
I have scary visions of you
And I hate them all except
The ones that
Are good.
I want you to be happy and
To remember me.
I
Want you to live on without me,
I can just be a
Good memory.
Remember my eyes
The ones you've never seen as they
Explored your spine and how it
Curves.
The eyes that
Memorize the
Freckles on your arm.
The same **** eyes that
Know when you want to cry.
I'm still trying to figure out why
I want you so much and if I
Should stay.
If I did stay,
One reason would be
Because of you.

What comes to mind when i
hear the word bitter
is you.

You are bitter.
Not even bittersweet.
Just bitter.
The way I love you and
The way you don't even notice me.
The way I get so excited to see you
and how you push me out of the way.

You are bitter.
*So bitter.

i cant call this love
i know its... sort of complicated.
i can tell that it is for you.
one second you say im young
then the next you call me beautiful?
maybe i just take things in the wrong context.
but those blue eyes of yours really get me
and that silly smile you have on your face... god...
i just... i dont know. id never trespass your comfort zone
but i just keep thinking of the embraces we shared
and that kiss on the top of my head
i want you to remember me and love me
and maybe just turning that kiss from the top of my head
to down to my lips, and to love every second of it.
just once, please, one day let me lean in and
taste a real mans lips.

You asked me earlier
How I was
I replied I wasn't
"Okay."
That I wasn't
"Fine"
That I felt like complete
"****."
You laughed a bit
Replied with a
"Why?"
I told you everything
Except for the real reason.

I'm slowly falling
Out of love
With the man
In
    Front
              Of
                   Me.

You made me smile
Behind my tears
And I felt like the
Luckiest girl
When you told me
You were
Proud.

i bring out the child in him.
you'd think by the way he shoots nerf gun bullets at me,
that he would have pierced my heart earlier in the year.
but, he grew on me with his childish smirk and those blue eyes.
when he sips the green tea out of the cup i gave him my lip quivers.
when he says my name my heart stops just as quickly as it started.
when he tells me that i am pretty and that i am worth so much more,
what does he mean?

are the gifts just a coincidence?
are the nice words just nice words?
is everything i am feeling even real?