I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?

Screaming and shouting,
She was begging
Not to end it all:
Our friendship I felt, was a dull
House that was chronically decaying
And I felt like vomiting
Dying, mourning
So that she'd understand
That our relationship should have always been banned.

I thought this was a painting I hadn't started
but its a collage with sections like open water
With territories left uncharted

I'm confused by the world in several ways
why?
that's a question many ask.
well here is my reply, response,
a question for YOU!
why are there bus time tables when they never run on time?
why do parents say "eat your food! Some children don't even eat!"
then throw away their last slice of pizza as they speak,
like another sunday supliment filled with only a fraction of war
yet there are a million more!
why do people procatrasinate?
DO IT NOW!!!
why do people beg others to achieve their dreams
while laughing at another comedy on Netflix?
Tragic, such a tragedy.
Such a hopeless waste of humanity

I asked myself
what is your biggest fear?
I heard myself reply
my biggest fear is
to be deeply known
but not loved deeply

Imagine
Perfectly normal house
Perfectly normal girl
Perfectly healthy body
Chaotic mind.
Her thoughts
As loud as waves
Clashing on rocks.
Yet a voice
So quiet
Like a breeze
Through palm trees.