We never knew.

Love poems are quite useless honestly,
because no single poem can describe everyone's love.
Every case of love is different,
and most cannot be fathomed into a paragraph on a piece of paper.

But still we waste away our romantic thoughts
to be read by unknown people- many of which have never even experienced love yet.
We think that we know so much about this four lettered word
but then it hits us like a storm, in the heart and soul.
And that's when we realize- we never knew what we were getting ourselves into.

We never knew what we were getting into.

No One

no one ever notices
the dark eyes hidden behind the wide smile
the falter in her 'confident' words
the flatness of her loud laugh
no one ever notices
her disappearance every few days
her constant long sleeved shirts
her empty hands at the lunch table
no one ever notices
so she doesn't think they care
so she thinks she's alone
so she doesn't change
no one ever notices
until she voices up
until she gets caught
until its too late
no one ever notices.



dedicated to Sophi, rest in peace baby girl<3    3-21-13

Point of Views

life is very... one sided.
because you can only see it from your own point of view.
but what happens when you get tired of your point of view?
what happens when you meet someone whose mind is so fascinating
and so enchanting
that you wish the entire WORLD could see things the way that person does?
what happens when you realize that life is all about getting out of your comfort zone?
getting out of your own skin? metaphorically, of course.
if people could put their emotions on hold
long enough to see things from another person's point of view,
how many fights, how much war, do you think could be avoided?
think about it- if we could see, what others see,
would there really be a need for chaos?

Natural Beauty

She wanted to be beautiful.

Not beautiful, with the make-up and jewelry

Not beautiful, with the designer clothes and double D’s

She wanted to be beautiful

With the shy smile complimented with rosy cheeks

With long thick hair shadowing her pure face

With piercing eyes that stare deep into your soul

And a heart filled with no hatred, but purely love and warmth. 

Midnight

the quickest way to meet the truest form of a person is at midnight.

while their guard has been let down and nothing fills the air but happiness

that is when they are pure.

The midnight talks become the highlight of your  week

The midnight smiles that you see keep all the ugly things out of your mind

The midnight arguments fill your head with what ifs

And the midnight laughs fill your heart and remind you what l o v e is.

That is why midnight is the best way to learn who someone truly is.

Hallway Monsters

Monsters in the hallways with their lip gloss smiles

Try to get away but you miss the route by a mile

 Eyes are sparkling but they hold a deeper meaning

Shoulders back, brain determined, fangs gleaming

Come at you with a compliment that lacks all depth

Waiting for you to stumble, to fall, to slip

Sea green eyes stare deep into your soul

They know something. They know it all.

Spending every minute locked in your room

Crying, tears caressing your sleepy face

Nobody knows the pain you go through

Your dignity you must have misplaced

Dreading each day like the holocaust

Both have the same amount of fear

You know this isn’t where you belong

Because they always tell you, you shouldn’t be here

Go home, go back, they say to you

Go back to the place you’re from

No one wants you here, no one likes you

Worthless, useless, scum

Your friends tell you to be brave

But it isn’t that easy

You need a way to express your pain

But no one gives you the chance

Invisibility has become your passion

Vulnerability, your life

Everything you say out of anger, everything you do out of spite.

If only one person

Anyone at all

Could’ve been your fairy godmother

To hear the cries of help you called

But it’s too late isn’t it

It’s too late for it all

Because you needed someone to catch you

But you’ve already taken the fall.

You.

I don't know what to do
I can't get over you
your laugh, your eyes, your smile
entertaining people around you for miles
greatest personality a person could have
I want to cherish every moment like a photograph
I know you're no thief
but you've stolen my heart
and every time you latch your hazel eyes to mine
you strum my heart strings like a guitar

Little Poem of Mine

I hope this doesn't freak you out,
this little poem of mine
I just needed you to know
that friends like you are hard to find
I never want to lose you, I'm telling you with
this little poem of mine
but my feelings for you have sped past that
leaving "friendly feelings" in the dust far behind
no guy I've been with has gotten one of these
this little poem of mine
because none of them have given me the chills
like the ones I get from you that travel up my spine
I've never been good with relationships 
this little poem is an exception
its my dysfunctional way of telling you
I love all of your perfect imperfections
I know this is extremely cheesy
this little poem of mine
but since its you, I'm not embarrassed
because being embarrassing with you is fine
your feelings may not agree with this
this little poem I wrote today
but if that's the case please tell me because I just want to make you happy-
I wouldn't have it any other way.

The Truth

I think the reason it’s so hard for some people to tell the truth

Is because they cannot tell someone else something they cannot tell themselves

The truth is like fire in your throat

Poison in your lungs

Smoke in your eyes

A coil, taught, waiting to be sprung

The truth can change everything within a matter of seconds

The truth can set you free- take the boulders off your back

Or.

The truth can snake its unbearable grip around your life

Relentlessly messing up everything and everyone inside of it

Threatening to ruin everything

All with a single breath of sweet, merciless honesty.