I miss you

When one is in love, everyone becomes a poet.

This line, makes me recall all the times I held your hand the warmth and weird feeling on my cheeks to my beating heart. When you would tilt your head, the alluring smile of yours.
Treating you as a friend, someone I could trust and never let go. Feelings of disappointment when you would not even look at me anymore. I thought, I knew who you were... I thought I could have you be mine for a few more seconds. Skipping through the chains of where you would be happy to see me. Your big brown eyes, that even just for a second seemed to only align with my own eyes.

I would always apologize for nothing at all just so I could see you smile once again. Foolish tears would run down over and over, mistakes that can never have meaning unless you speak words and tease me once again.
Remember:
Laughing till nothing even meant anything in the world, just being there with you was all I needed to look forward to.

Trying each day to become closer to the ones you love, so when you let go you only have the happiest of memories and nothing, nothing can make you cry with pain.

This is gonna be really simple

I crossed my arms to my chest, one leg under the other posing no threat.
I took amusement to rethink my past, my jealous moments no one knew,funny how I was back then.
Yes, I was jealous of you and her because we used to click like that now its gone... probably forever.  It was you and I, I and you. Now it is you and her, her and you. I know, I made so many mistakes I cannot change or replace. I sit here thinking deeply, knowing I regret them all. I take them back, all of them back just wanting to speak to you.

You glare at me, roll your eyes. Never mouth a word to me. It sure is nice to write this out besides holding all this sadness within me. Never knew that a guy like you would waltz in my life, smart though to waltz back out thinking I don't like this style of dance. I chuckle again, counting my fingers in retrospect to my life. I first start out with a "good job", next comes the pointers, I'm stuck in the middle, slipping down till everything falls down to a promise I never made.
Don't try to think to hard when reading this. It may only ever make sense to me. And who knows if someone out there understands, this crazy mind of mine well kudos to you.

I used to think you liked her, crush and all. But how silly of me! You are just too nice to go out and fall whimsically.

I have one last wish. That each smile I form, let one, just one, put a twinkle in your mind.

I remember . . .

"Sometimes the best advice, like inspiration can come out of nowhere."

Let the smile break down, let it all out.

Whispering, crazy emotions break down, down, down.
Getting all skeptical when writing thoughts over and over. Knowing they come from someplace, called nowhere.
Feet positioned, grasping the foot of the chair.
Begin the groove, music controlling all emotions.
Gliding, breaking, snapping, twirling this is what music does. Sends something down deep inside, popping back out and making a descriptive, detailed scene. Got to be something that I saw on T.V.

Swimming eyes, they see beyond what is the norm. Focus, control, movement. Sensing beauty in only two areas. Those binoculars what do they see?
How can it be they cannot see, my heart but can fill the deepest part.
Trust let it roll of the roughest part of your tongue.
Simple and sweet, this is trickery.

Baggy blue sky, strapped around such tall legs.
As you walk, a shadow of mine follows.
There you go, leaving once again.

A game of cat and mouse.
Hide and seek.
Capture the flag.
Our game never ending, presence of only one fills the scene.
Capture it, who will win in the end?
Life never ends, only begins.
Next time, let it be you who has to find me
Begin!

never know, never will.

Let the birds feed on your flesh,

dripping down the sink

with

a calm splash of water.

Over your eyes, under those bruised cheeks.

What are you thinking of kid?

Brown draped hair, messed up like your life?

Got a wish, a penny to throw in a fountain now?

Why don't we start over, retrace those steps back on the black and white, dusty tiles.

To your room, cluttered.

Lets not forget the memories you ripped from the yearbook.

Spread like wildfire, burned down to the last page.

Don't remember what you wanted to forget.

Do clean up after yourself.

Now walk out that door, looking fresh, put on a weak smile and fool the entire world.