Writing from the Heart

His green comets, Flushed with starlight. His hands intertwined  With my shaky hands. Nervousness bubbling Within my veins. He made it seem like Everything will be okay. As long as he was beside me. Just as long he wanted me to. Our voices laced with grace. As we fell asleep to each other's breaths. His green comets, Enveloped with love. His lips rested on my skin. I took a long breath.  Wanting everything to stay, To freeze time so I won't lose him. He complimented me. He gave me the attention I desired. What I always desired. Then his green comets Were no longer bright green. The star-love quality disappeared. And I was left with the brokenness of things. I was left starving to have him back. Forgotten, Lost, and Broken. I miss him, everyday. I see his eyes, everyday. I feel his touch, everyday. I hear his voice, everyday. Laced together in bittersweet memories. Memories I can no longer create. Memories I can no longer ...

I've held my breath. I've looked away. I've closed my eyes. I've said goodbye. Nothing is worse than Not knowing how you're doing. Without seeing your face, Without hearing your voice. I've tried to let go. I've tried not to think of you. I've tried to forget your touch. I've tried to hold on. Nothing is worse than Feeling you against my skin. As you caress my lips, While you felt nothing. You stared into my face, And I felt something. Something magical and right. But you, however, didn't. Nothing is worse than  Holding your hand. Knowing that any second, You're about to let go. I've hugged you tight. I've smelled your cologne Rub off onto my clothes. I've loved you. Nothing is worse than Sitting beside you. Knowing that I won't  See you again.  Do you know how I feel? Do you even care? Did you even feel anything? Did you even want me? I've held my breath, To the sound of your ...

Hold your breath, Grab my hand. Count to three, And reach for the stars. Believe you got it all. That you know it all. Right from the start, Say a prayer. Your voice calms me down. Always holding me tight. I know I'm so far  From reaching you. Hold out for another few years. I'll be ready to take the fall. Writing novels, poems, and lyrics. Will get me to you. Patience is something I can't touch. Wanting to fast forward, Five more years. To find my happiness. They make it look so simple. Finding and receiving their dreams, So easily, while I'm still stuck. Trying to hold on for a tad longer. A few years back, my dream Seemed so clear. Now, I'm here still trying But failing to keep going. My day will come, When it does I'll be happy. He won't matter to me. Because I have something to fall on. I have something I've always wanted. So, hold your breath. Count to three. And reach for the stars. Your dream will come...