Hanging out with Jessica and Ariella right now... in World History!!!yay!! yuck.

Worries

I know that you know when I stare.
When your smile fades,
it worries me deeply.

When I look away, I wonder.
I'm just confused and quiet
just like I used to be.

You don't budge, and i don't either.

When my eyes meet yours
(though they rarely do)
my heart starts racing.

Is that love?
Or the process of my heart breaking?

Thank you.

Thank you for breaking my heart then leaving it there, in quiet, sad, useless despair. I WAS using it, to give me warmth when I thought about you- now I sit cold and quiet, like my heart. I think of you as, well, this floor that holds me up above all else- not wanting me to take part in love, warn=mth, and life.

Happy

What do you do if your happy but for the wrong reasons? Or maybe for the right reasons. I don't know. I'm confused. %)

NO REALLY I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE. SO DOES SOMEBODY WANT TO USE A USED AND POTENTIALLY BROKEN HEART

Black & White

Tell me what it's like
to dream in Black & White.

Tell me what it's like
to wander in the night

Tell me what it's like
to fight a losing fight

Tell me what it's like
to have a futture and a life.

THIS CAN SOMETIMES BE MY HEART. SOMETIMES. USUALLY. BUT IM NOT A DEPRESSING PERSON. PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE ME BY MY POETRY. :)