past and future

i have this pain,
its nothing like knives,
and not close to a ripping feeling,
its more like a pulling.

at my heart,
the hook of my past trying to pull towards my future,
paining me at every corner,
my past wants to be my future.

i want my past,
to be in my future,
and my heart wont stop pulling until it is.
but what can i do?

the romantic.

shes pained to hear of his love for others,
but pained more not to hear him speak,
he doesnt understand her pain,
hes oblivious to it all.

she wants a love so pure,
like darcy&&elizabeth,
or the classic romeo&&juliet.

shes a romantic,
she doesnt want the pain,
she want to have someone special,
who would do absolutely anything for her.

love me. TODAY.

i dont comprehend,
why i can stop thinking about you,
why i cant stop dreaming about you,
why i think i need you.

there are so many negatives,
but all i can see are the positives,
and i dont want to lose you,
even though you might not want me.

it makes me,
shed tears,
mad at myself,
feel confused.

all i want is for you to come,
about me,
as soon as possible,
like.. today.

opposite directions.

been up all night,
thinking through the day.
decisions just can be made,
ive put too much in my way.

he closed a door,
ive looked through the window,
i see a smiling face,
looking the other way.

how could i fall,
for someone running the other direction?
i feel into a canyon,
and he ran up a mountain.

her stars.

her nails black,
like the heart she tries to win over,
she said what was in her way,
but doesnt know what to do now.

she wanders in the dark,
night her favorite time of day,
trying to find her light,
her stars.

pack up the past.

im packing up my past,
no one understands,
they never will.

my heart's beating so painfully,
to what could have been,
what should have been.

i have nothing left to say,
nothing left to expect,
i think ill just drift for now...

tears and wants.

these tears she cries,
she finds so illogical,
since she had not given a heart to break,
it simply burst by its own false conclusions.

she finds it hard to breathe.
she doesn't want to live like this.
she wants to be carefree.
she wants to be loved.

can't stop

feelings forgotten,
return with a single word,
confusing thoughts,
tugged along for the ride.

she's fizzing with love,
overflowing with care,
confused to the point,
where she can't stop loving him.

lovers.

hands to hold,
secrets to keep,
quiet moments of love,
just underneath a surface of reserve.

she wants to scribble a note to him,
to tell him how much she loves him.
he opens it,
just to find hearts scattered along the length of the paper,
and a smile in the corner.

she loves him,
he loves her,
and they never want this feeling,
to end. never.