Lauren W.

I was sitting in the emergency exit
boarding a plane to anywhere but here

unprepared for evacuation
though I told them I was

we touched ground around 11:27 pm
the world was asleep

I didn't know where I was
until I found myself outside your house

just when I thought it was over
just when I thought I was over

we're back where it all started
trying not to show how broken hearted
we really are

we talk like old friends
and touch like old lovers

every breath hurts
with the thought of what could be
and with the thought of what should be

it could've been us
you and me
against it all

but its not
and it won't be

so I will board the plane
to anywhere but here

this time I am scared

"what if we crash
just like all the other times?", I think

"but what if we don't?"

I am sleeping
but I am not beauty

you are sin
and I am your sinner

so call the pope
or the minister,
the bishop or
the sinister

and lets hope heaven allows visitors

gravity pulls me closer to sin
it's skin on skin

and nobody wins
when its you and me

because you will always be
just another boy
who takes what he wants from me

we keep falling on each other
to fill the empty spaces
of our bones

but you are not home

just another boy
for another poem

and I'd rather be alone
than anywhere near you

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

and if a heart breaks in your chest and no one around you cares, does it ever heal?

nobody cares about the grief inside your bones

they're just sticks and stones

"the hurt will heal soon, darling, it just takes time"

missing you comes with the tide

and right now its high

and I'm drowning

i want you at my door
i don't care if its 4
in the morning

i know its cliche but
i miss your blue eyes

today the sky reminded me of them

and i couldn't help but think
are you thinking of me too?

someone asked me the other day, if you had 3 wishes what would they be?

i wish we were together
close enough to be
like the flowers in my journal
pressed between the pages
of the memories i wrote about you

and i wish your hands
were intertwined with mine
like crochet needles
making a beautiful piece of art
they'd hang us in the met and baby we'd be famous

i wish you'd call me
and tell me you still loved me
like it was your last day on earth
and you didn't want anything more than to be with me

sitting at a picnic table on the beach
so close that our legs were touching
my cheeks blushing
hearts are buzzing

but its a shame
because the genie never came

my wishes are just wishes
and my dreams are just dreams
i can hear my heart scream

but no one else is around
so can you hear it?

i used to think that love was real
that you actually felt something with a person
maybe a spark
or fireworks

but recently I've started to think that its a concept
its a concept society has created
for people who like kissing each other
they think that if someone holds their hand
that they hold their heart too

i think love is dead
buried 6 feet under
right next to the boy who said "i'll never hurt you"
i don't know how i thought that could be true
i guess "hurt" means something different to you

i used to think there was something romantic
about fighting for love
but just because i want you
doesn't mean that i should put myself into a boxing ring
with no training
and let my heart get beat
i can't compete
with her

you win this round

i think that love is like flowers
you pick the one you want
and watch it grow for a while
until it wilts away
and dies in your hand

if love
were real
then so were we

and if we were real
you'd still be with me

and painful to a woman

than being told that she’s amazing

by a man who treats her like

she’s not good enough to commit to

— r.h. Sin

on sunday morning i woke up thinking
"how many pills would it take"

the sky was gray
the clouds were crying

so was i

everything that was finally going right
took a left turn for the worst

if you love me, why'd you leave me?

"i just need time, I'm not ready for this"
"if i were ready, it'd be you"

i think you decide when you're ready
and i don't know what it is that is holding you back
but if you really loved me
you'd want me there now

some people say
you meet the right people
at the wrong time

but i think love is timeless

if its the right person
you will make it work

i guess that's the difference between you and me

is that i've got all the time in the world, when it comes to you

and you've got none, when it comes to me

i hope you realized that i really did love you

and i don't think it was the timing that was wrong

it's ok, if it wasn't real

just let me know, so my heart can heal