don't come running back to me.
you'll only make things worse.
i've cried over you too many times.
please don't come back.

d.l.b.

(i) think you're gone.
my heart is (still). it no longer beats for you.
having someone to (love) is wonderful.
but (you) took my wonderful and turned it to pain.

d.l.b.

forgetting about
you. like a fish forgetting
what to do to swim.

d.l.b

i often write poems about other people.
the boy who broke my heart in 8th grade,
my best friend whom i love so dearly,
my parents who just don't seem to understand me.
but i can never quite find the time
to write a poem about myself.

but how are you supposed to write about yourself,
when you aren't even sure who you are.
everyone else seems to have their life figured out.
but maybe that's why i write about them,
and not myself.

d.l.b.

this isn't right.
don't you see,
you don't really love this boy.
you're just replacing the boy that came before.
the first boy is a damaged and ***** door.
the new boy is a clean and perfect door.
replacing the old,
with the new,
works with doors.
but boys aren't doors.

d.l.b

a small, powerful
smile stretches across my face.
all because of you.

d.l.b.

my small little bedroom
had never been filled with so much joy.
it drifts through the air
and fills up my lungs.
it runs through my veins
and engulfs my soul.
my mind is filled with wonderful thoughts,
and my heart flutters at the sound of your voice.

d.l.b.