Sempiternal-X

Dear Beautiful Boy, Tell me this, please: What possesses you to stay here? For what reason do you choose me To hold so close and so tight? What could you see in this plain little soul Trapped in a plain little body? Sometimes I believe I am nothing But you make it hard to think that For you, darling Beautiful Boy, Look at me as if I am something More than something As if I am wonderful A girl who has never thought highly of herself Does not know what to do With a Beautiful Boy Who may love her Dear Beautiful Boy, I will ask you quietly, under my breath, To never go away again

I hate to break it to you, but love isn't that great Yes, it puts butterflies in your stomach But those butterflies will quickly turn to stone The moment that one you dare to love looks away Yes, it makes your knees weak But that makes it all the easier to fall to your knees When that person is gone Love is an act of constantly putting yourself at risk Saying "Here I am" And hoping the other person doesn't say "Here I go" Love is being honest Telling the whole truth When honesty may seem like the worst option Love makes you question every word Every movement, every breath That you would never notice on an ordinary day Love is

My ink has gone dry, the quill quietly still Misery and sadness is all that I feel I long for forgetfulness and days to go by No more sitting in silence wondering why How did my words fail me? At what hour did they go sour? How did a devoted gardener kill his favorite flower? My mind is at battle with all of these thoughts My heart full of sadness, a stomach full of knots Once you were vibrant, full of loves bright color Then one floret at a time your beauty became smaller You left me alone dancing off in the wind To never be saw by these eyes again I pressed your sweet stem deep in the chapters of my heart To rem

i never feel colder than when i'm talking to you. i don't know what this says about us. but i know that i worry about the way you complicate something as simple as the beating of my heart. i don't think i love you. not yet. not since. not ever but maybe that's just the strong sense of denial i've built up in the past few months. i don't think i'll be okay. not now. not really. not quite. maybe you were good for me once but you're no good for me now. i often wonder what would happen if i stopped speaking for awhile since all my words ever do is make a mess out of things that should be easy. the thing is that when i'm hap