&& I Still Get Thoes Same Butterflies After We Talk, And After I Reread Everything You Wrote(:

I love you, truly I do.
Your all that I want,
I hope you love me to(:

Some write for therapy, some for love, but others write only for themselves to understand. In their eyes, their poetry is perfect. Cause we all think differently of everything.

The art is in the eye of the beholder.

Like a gaping fish, I open and close my mouth but nothing comes out.

Don't tell me I'm drop dead gorgeous...because I may actually listen to you.

When you finally forget her, and stop loving her. Don't you dare remember me, and say that you love me.

When you run from your problems, you run from yourself.

You say I deserve better, and I am better off without you.

But did you think that I don't want anyone else, or what it can do to me without you?

I got this pain in my chest.
It's called loving him.

I lied to everyone I love,
I'm not okay.
I may seem happier; better maybe.
But still deep, deep down there my heart is still breaking.