Here I am.
Seventeen.
And I don't understand how that could be.

You ripped my heart
Right out of my chest
I feel like there's no breath in me
When you stand so close

I crumple to pieces
Everytime you turn to me and smile
You've got the kind of eyes
I could look at for awhile

Nothing about us is right
You're my greatest sin
But the devil has cast his lots
And I'm losing all self control

You dance so gently
On every one of my heart strings
You're every song I've ever loved
The greatest piece of poetry I know

You're the name I'm whispering in my drunken state

I'm the name you're remembering when she's fast asleep

We call out to each other
Hoping that the universe will deliver the message
But it feels something's standing in the way
And I'm just calling out to empty space

This is a happy poem.
Because not enough poems are happy.
And I need something happy,
To feel better today.
So this,
Is a happy poem.

I am cleaning out my life
Scrubbing clean the corners of my mind
And for the first time
In a long time
I came across you
Your memories are faded
Dust covering the place you take in my heart
A place that hasn't been touched in awhile
Yet still too dear to part
I laughed thinking about you
I smiled at the thought of us
For the first time I wasn't bitter
Nothing I felt was harsh

I put you back in your place
In that small little corner
You will always remain

I miss you so my heart aches.

But today I realized you don't miss me.

I think I literally felt it break.

And you don't even care.

I miss you
                   I miss you
                                      I miss you so much it hurts

And every bone in my body wants to tell you just how much I miss you

                        My brain is spinning in circles

    I find myself

                  Hiding in the holes that were your home in my heart

                                                    Curled up in the places that you used to fill

I miss you so much that it’s hard to breathe

And I begin to think that the word “miss” can’t fathom the depth of longing and heartache that I feel
I don’t believe that, that simple word begins to encompass the pain the plagues me in my every moments

I see you in everything *
                                              I feel you in everything
                                                                                     I hear you in everything

Laughing in moments you would’ve enjoyed
Giggling contagiously as I recounted stories to you

I am torn between the pull that desires so deeply to run to you

                                            Wonderful
                                                                Great
                                                                           Incredible
                                                                                             You
And then the cold bitterness caused by the betrayal that you so easily allowed
Reminds me that I am to remain strong and never allow you to be apart of me again

But,
       Oh how I miss you
             I miss you
               I miss you
       Dear god how I miss you!

But you
              You hurt me so that I would rather deal with the pain and emptiness that remains in the remembrance of you

This loneliness that I feel even when I’m surrounded by people
Can’t even begin to compare to the torture of knowing that

No matter how much I love you

You’ll only ever hurt me

Over
                     And over
                   And over    
                                                                                                                  Again

My imagination won tonight
I guess there's no escaping you

I still miss you.

How do you still haunt me?
How do you still remain so faithfully in my memories?
How do I still taste your lips?
How do I still hear your voice ringing in my ears?

I still miss you.
How can I still miss you?

My life has been filled with so many almosts but never enoughs,
That my heart is giving up on ever finding love.
Nothing has ever been special or beautiful or wonderful.

Except for you.
You were always wonderful.