Hey?
Anybody?
Wanna cuddle and cry and read poems and drink tea?
Wanna be happy and sad?
Wanna be together?
I'm so tired of being alone.
What about you?

just love me please
i cant promise tomorrow
i cant promise i wont change
i cant promise perfection
i cant promise a fairy tale
i cant promise it will be easy
i wont promise anything
ill just give you my love
and hope thats enough
to keep you close to me
to love me the way i love you

I never thought I could fall in love with somebody
the way I have with her.
I thought I knew what love was, but I never really did.
If you would have asked me what I thought love was three months ago, I would have said that it was hurting all the time.
That it was something that you burned up in-
Something that you find in the romance of hazy coffee houses and broken cigarettes.
Something that was unobtainable.
Now, she's made me realize, love is acceptance.
Love is making somebody love who they are.
Love is staying up until 5 o' clock in the morning just to talk.
Love is waiting.
Love is awkward.
Love is worrying about somebody, even when you know they'll be alright.
Love is a shared song that you both can cry to.
Love is a comfortable silence.
Love is wanting to be everything for somebody.
Love is a kiss that can't be felt.
Love is shirts on the floor and butterflies in our stomachs.
Love is her.

The tap has run dry.
Now it leaves just you and I.
Where visions in the mind appear,
we don't say them for fear
of hurting the other.

Life being just another
person in the web of love.
When you look up at the stars above
think of me
as I do think of thee.

why do pretty people have to exist?
your bone structure is an art,
the way your hair falls is poetry,
you look at me with eyes that flash of God.
Your laugh is my favorite thing to hear
and I could look at you for hours if you'd let me.
I like when you're sitting there and you think
I'm not watching, and you do these weird things
with your lips
on whatever can you're drinking from
and I like the gross faces you make
because somehow, they're not gross.
I like your Dragon Army shirt when you just wake up
and it's stretched and ruffled and you should,
by all rights, look as bad as I do in the morning,
but you don't, you never look bad,
your eyes are stars and your heart is the sun,
why do pretty people have to exist?
and why can't I have one?

Kiss me hard before you go
Let me feel your electric aura
Touch the chaos that encompasses your mind
Give me one last glimpse of the fire in your eyes
One last chance to learn to feel alive

I don't want smart.
I want spontaneous.

I don't want roses and a candle-lit dinner.
I want drunken nights by the campfire.

I don't want a boy that says 'I love you'
Because I don't believe in love
And, even if I did,
I'm not emotionally capable of feeling it.
I want a boy that's okay with that.

I don't want a boy that showers me with compliments
or a knight in shining armor.
I don't want mushy love letters or romantic get aways.
I don't want a boy who's looking for a wife
because I don't believe in marriage.
And I don't want a lover.
I want a partner in crime.

I want a boy with chaos flickering in his eyes.
I want a boy who smiles a lot.
I want contagious laughter.
I want loud.
I want steamy kisses where he presses my body into his and my skin tingles.

I don't want late night phone calls or 'Good morning' texts.
I want a boy that calls me out on my *******.
I want a boy that pushes my buttons.
I want a challenge.

I don't want a boy that makes me feel pretty.
I want a boy that makes me feel alive.

I want a boy that taps on my window in the middle of the night
And brings me on a starlit adventure.

I don't want a boy that makes love.
I want a boy that will **** me raw.
And I want a boy that will let me pass out on him afterwards.
And I want a boy that won't get offended if I move away in the middle of the night
Because cuddling hurts my neck and his heartbeat is keeping me awake.

I don't want a boy that holds hands.
I want a boy that drives too fast.
I don't want a boy that babies me.
And I don't want a shoulder to cry on
Because I'm not fragile
And I can take care of myself.
I want a boy that pushes me into oncoming sprinklers
And doesn't hold anything back.

I don't want a boy that's looking for forever
because forever seems like a really long time.
I want a boy that goes day by day.

I don't want safe.
I want to go fast.
I want to live on the edge.
I want exhilaration.

I don't want to be wanted.
I want to want.

No one can measure the amount of love a heart can hold -
Not yet.
No one can measure the quickened pace as you walk by,
Or the shortness in my breath as your hair sweeps past me.
Nothing.
Not even the tiniest tear that forms
At the corner of my eye,
When you shock me with a glance, a touch
Coldness or warmth
You amaze me
With your inability to realise how much
I love you.

She unzips slowly down her spine
Will you be her valentine?
Lips to linger at your kiss
Soft hands reach for wanted bliss

Who will save this girl defined
Untamed, reckless valentine

Someone love her as she’s wished
Hold her tight, do not vanish
Show her there is love this time
Since you’ll be her valentine

If I’m falling won’t you catch me
Instead you let me crash
Through the sticks and the stones
You threw as apologies

But the worst thing, I think
Is that I let you tell me
Magical words of “love” and “harmony”
Only to leave with “bye”

Still I get up and stand tall
I don’t need a wonder wall
To get me through that endless ray
Where I can finally find the sun

Being weak again fills my fear
I will not be stuck again
Tumbling through the waves
Of broken promises you made

I need to stand tall, straight
Plant my two solid feet
And grow a new perspective
On this thing called love

I don't understand how I spend all these sleepless nights just thinking of one person.
I don't understand how someone can love another with all these flaws.
I don't understand how my heart beats faster when he walks by.
I don't understand how I can dream of him.
I don't understand by just seeing him brings a smile on my lips.
I don't understand how I can't talk to him like a normal person.
I don't understand how much time I spend thinking of him.
I don't understand how liking someone can do so much to me.