Do not compare pain.
Even though the strokes on your canvas
may look bigger than other strokes,
they are all drawn by,
the
same
weak
hands.

And that perhaps is how it goes;
his eyes burn holes in you like your 3 am cigarettes.
And you want him, you want him
But he is not yours to take.

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All that glitters is not gold
I stayed up to watch you go
I feel so much better now you’re not around
There’s no one to kick me while I’m down
No one to burn my bridges anymore
After all,
Rain is what makes the flowers grow

I've  been touched by love
 far too many times,
now I just want 
to be held by it.

I need to forget him
Like he forgot me.

I ache for love I can never have
and for hands I have never held

How greener the grass is
with those rose tinted glasses

I started sleeping
,
Without my nightlight
,
When my greatest fear
,
Became a feeling.

Rather than a being.

This land means less and less
to me,
without you breathing through
it's trees.

You're in my arteries
Pulsating through my body.
I'll never be the same.

Hazel eyes found her green,

his sighs full of promises 
and dreams.
that they’d share

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

I might be numb

to the world,

but I feel you 
so vividly

I’ll tell you what we were. 

We were sparks 
just after the light died ,
when all of the excitement 
in the night faded 
and only ash and burn marks were left. 

We were the quiet expectation 
in between the roaring thunder. 

We were the puddle 
but never the rain. 

We were always 
what could have been,

except sometimes,

we were.

Why do we look back  
on the things we once had
Why do we look back
on the things that once made us glad
Why do we look back,
because all it does for me
is drive me mad!

Neither sea on rock
Nor rain on tree
Speak words as sweet
As yours to me.

I wrote you a letter,
because in words
I can say it better.
I wish I could better articulate this feeling
in speech, instead of just thinking
so I wrote you a letter
alas now,
I'm feeling much better.

We don't know where we stand
But we think we know what we stand for.
And we know what we want,
we just don't know how to describe it.