I ate a whole thing of oreos in front of you,
and then,
*I ate another.

You're riding in a car
with a strange boy.
His hands are on the wheel
while yours are shaking.

You're driving through time
with your heart right next to you.
His eyes are the bluest blue
and they mirror your thoughts.

You're sleeping with eyes wide-open;
your dreams become reality.
His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder
what could possibly come from this.

I was driving in a car with a strange boy;
with my heart by my side;
in a sleepless dream;
wondering what could be,
but it was clear
that you were not made for me.

He awakes to her form;
Sleeping so gently
Alas, it is not her;
Her eyes are blue
Not the Auburn,
He knows so well.

Another time, I'll call you mine,
I will embrace that there is no past between us,
that creates a disconnect between most people.
There was yet an innocence that only we would know,
but at bad-timing none-the-less.
Our different lives created barricades that would inevitably drive us apart.
There is a picture of another time, in which everything falls into place, as it should have been. The love, the comfort and time spent in our own world, how beautiful it began.
I part from him, hoping that maybe, someday we will be together.
AHarris2015

"write another poem"
he said a few weeks ago
I told him, "never again"
but I have thoughts I can't expose

life is much too short, you see
they say to enjoy each day
but I'm absolutely sorry
sometimes I think a different way

I'm not suicidal though
I love the life I live
the pain of seeing your loved one go
isn't one I intend to give

I don't know what these feelings are
or why I think this way
but like I've previously states
my plan for a while is to stay

some days I feel so trapped inside
my conscious, hear me out
I'm screaming through my blank stares
that you couldn't care less about

the life I live is beautiful
people, animals, flowers, rain
I'm happy but sometimes in ways
I think I'm mentally insane

I don't know what I'm saying
I'm too contradictory for such words
he asked me for this poem
but my thoughts are too absurd

The rising sun's light reaching for my eyes,
almost blaring against the dawn.
The days just begun and I am already frightened.
The cool winds of morning
The smell of scrambled eggs
The sizzling of bacon.
Fatigue.
Another day.
Just remember to breathe.