I feel nothing

I can't cry

I can't laugh

I can't scream

because I feel nothing at all

not a single human emotion

courses through my veins

I feel like a machine

walking around

imitating a human being.

ew

And in shadows that pace outside my window,
I"ll illuminate a highlighted map;
brightened with all the roads that separate your lips from mine.
And your hands I can't stop dreaming of.
This world's too **** big, and I don't know if I'll ever see you again.
I don't know if kissing you before you left would've made me feel better or would've broken my petty heart even further.
But not knowing what your lips against mine feels like just might be hurting me the most.

Heaven or Hell?
It's an obvious answer.
Nobody wants to go to hell.
Even the worst of people don't want to spend a whole other life of pure pain.
Everybody wants to go to Heaven.
Even though nobody even knows what it is up there.
Or if it even
**exists

Love isn't real.
Love doesn't exist.
Love is only in books and movies.
Love isn't in this earth.

There's so many ways to say it.
That love isn't real.
That love crushes everybody eventually.
That love isn't happiness.
That love is happiness.
That love does exist.

But it's only for some people that love does exist.
We cannot generalize.
Just because we are broken.
It's just not for some people.
And it just is for other people.

But in some worlds.
In my world.
Love destroys.

Love crushes souls and breaks bones.

Love
kills.

When you’re an artist you’re taught to critique masterpieces.
“What could you change about this piece?”
“Can you identify the medium?”
“What is the artist’s message?”
I’ve gutted dozens of artworks.
I ran through the lists identifying the
flaws and pin pointing the meanings.
But then I was struck with a piece
so beautiful that not even God
himself could view it for too long.
I searched for any flaw, I looked for the medium and was unlucky in my persuit. Though my peers could easily critique the piece, I could not.
The more time I spent with this art
It became even harder. So I started
searching for a meaning.
What was evident in my search was to stop looking. I figured I needed this piece in my home, but the price was far too high for my income.
I saved every penny I had, but with he competing bidders the price just rose and I fell short. Plagued by grief I finally realized that when you crave something so wonderful and unforgettable, you must keep trying to hold it dear.
From that day on I have not critiqued another piece, I’ve found my job unsatisfying.
I’ve been given a choice to let the piece go, but how could I let something so angelic fall into the crevices of hell?

"Am I crazy or falling in love,
Is it real or just another crush?"

I've never felt this way before
The nervous feeling I get when I talk to you
I cant help but smile though
When I'm with you I just feel so

Why did I fall so hard
I didnt see it coming
Developed the feelings and I started running
I tried to put up a fight
I lost every time, but I held on tight

I'm just sitting here, being helpless
Tossing and turning at night, feeling so restless
Thinking that if you only knew how much I cared about you
Would it make a difference or would I lose?

No matter what I'll always be here, it's true
In rain or shine just call me, because I care about you
Never mind the feelings and the empty promises,
I'll give my heart and I got your back, it's common sense

Never have I loved anyone as selfless as I loved you
But I know it isn't meant to be no matter what I do
So I'll just sit here and wait for my feelings to be gone
And be the willing friend you need and you can call on.

There is alot
Alot on my mind
Alot on my plate
Alot on my to do list

I lack alot
I do not have alot
But all I really know is
I love you alot.