Holding Tighter Still

I think I've been using you as an excuse...
I don't want to get close to anyone else,
So I'll tell everyone I'm still in love with you.
But I'm beginning to realize that's not true.
The tighter I hold on to you,
The less I have to get attached to someone new.

Forever.

I've loved you from the start.
                  And I'll love you till my spirit, from this world, departs.

Not Knowing

Should I ask you?
I really want to know..
Should I take a chance?
What if your answer is no...
I really wish you would tell me
If you have feelings more than just friends.
'Cause living in this hellish purgatory
Will be the beginning of my tragic end.

Allusion

A blank page,
So crisp and clear,
Soon dirtied with
Worries, stresses and fears:
The pain of the past,
Anxieties for the future.
Who knew that something
So clean and new
Would become so tainted
By the worries of the people
With influence over it.

What Love Is.

I'm standing on the edge of a cliff.
The wind is ripping through my hair.
My arms are outstretched: I'm flying.
I can do anything, be anyone.
But I'm pulled back to reality
Knowing you are standing behind me.
I'm standing on the edge of a cliff,
And though you have the power to push me off,
To send me careening towards the bottom of the ravine:
I trust that you won't.

Shadows

The shadows on my wall dance at night,
They tell stories of handsome princes and trying fights.
Daring girls who long to escape
The world they see for a different landscape.
Little boys who are all that they can be,
After their role model says "don't end up just like me."
These shadows inspire me to tell
Every single story that puts me in a spell.
But as I put my pen to the paper,
The words disappear like a vapor;
Like trust once it is lost,
And cannot be gotten back, no matter the cost.
So the stories will live on in my memories:
My own wonderful reveries.

Scars

You see the scars on my wrist
And shrink back.
They are disgusting, hideous
Reminders of my past.
At one point in time, the guilt and the shame,
Overwhelmed me.
I would hide my scars from the world.
Looking back on my past,
I no longer feel shame.
Each scar reminds me that I am a survivor.
Every line on my body
Shows a time that I wanted to die.
But I survived.
My scars prove that I can survive
My own mind.
So when I remember this,
I can see the beauty
I can feel proud of my scars
Even when everyone else sees hideous lines.

The Most Beautiful Person

I've been a lot of places
And seen a lot of good looking faces.
But, my dear, not one could ever
Hold a candle to you.
No matter where I go,
No matter who I see or meet
You will always be
The most beautiful person to me.