We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, giggling like 2-year-olds.
Making flirty remarks to each other.
We promise.
We try not to fall.
But in the end one of us does.
In our little dance of love.
Usually me.
And you're never there to catch me.
Like a good partner should.
I hit the floor.
And I hit it hard.
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
and we start the dance over again.
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
