Seeing You Only Hurts When Your Eyes Can't Meet Mine.

Our late night conversations show me who you really are. You aren't just the tough boy that I've come to love, you are a hopeless romantic deep down. And when it's 2 am and we both can't sleep we show each other just how much we truly love each other.

I think I'm in love

Would you still love me knowing you could never make me happy? Or is that too much to ask for?

Six feet under

How do I get myself to not fall for you? You with the messy hair and kind eyes, and the mouth that spouts so much sarcasm. You, also with the kindness to respond to my text messages and make me happy even when you don't realize it. So tell me, how do I not fall for you? And why was it so easy to in the first place?

Before practice when I sit with you and our friends

When he left, it was the color of the sheets. The first day without him, it was color of my coffee. The first time I saw him alone in that room, it was the feel of the air. The last time I saw him, it was color of my tears hitting the cold, tile floor. That bitter January day, with the casket lowering into the hole in the earth. That day became the color of my heart.

The color is blue

Can we all wish for my AP Physics grade? I need a hail mary of a grade on my final to get a B right now.

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Your eyes are the sky. Your voice is the earth. And your hug is what keeps me grounded.

Before you left

The butterflies in my stomach always seem to come out when I see your name on my phone.

2 A.M. Thoughts

Am I happy? Yet another difficult question. Of course I'm going to lie when I'm not. I'll always say I'm happy, just so no one worries. So no one who is happy has to deal with my darkness. I just hope one day you'll see I'm crying help with my actions, not my words. I just hope someone knows me well enough to see through my lies.

But I'll gladly be happy for you

Can everything stop? Not forever, just for a few minutes. Just a few minutes to sort out my life. A few minutes to let out my frustrations without anyone having to know. A few minutes to just be happy. Because once they are over I won’t be ready to face the reality I live in. Can everything stop? I need a few minutes.

Things I won't tell anymore