There once was a girl with a faucet where her head should be.
People lined up with buckets to fill.
They filled and filled and ran her dry, till there was nothing left of her

I would give up sleeping,
my favorite thing to do,
if it meant I got to spend
every waking minute
with you.

If I had the courage,
or the grace,
or if this was an old-time movie,
I’d pick Forget-Me-Nots from the garden,
and leave them at your doorstep.

But this isn’t a movie,
and I am but a coward,
so shall the flowers stay where they grow,
and instead, I’ll try to forget
everything.

Do you ever feel like the universe is mocking you?
Playing a cruel joke?
Because he’s the only one who makes you believe…
…Believe in anything and everything, and sometimes nothing at all.
And all you want to do is find him, hold his hand.
Because he says you’re beautiful, and you actually start to see it.
You thought you were doomed, but he proves you wrong.
Or right.
I’m still not sure.
And he’s so far away.

It’s been a while,
since I’ve felt this way.
It feels like I could write an entire novel about you,
but only one sentence keeps repeating:
I can’t sleep at night.


Has anyone ever made you feel
like your entire world is crashing around you?
Suddenly I’m realizing how big the world is,
and how far away you are.


And I wish I could write poems
about how one day
I’ll be able to hold your hand
forever.



But instead all I can write about is how
you make me so happy that I hate myself
for falling for you.