Cold Love

From flushed cheeks do their eyes meet
From nervous glances do they greet
And from cold love does he pass by.
Secret warm words exchanged
She is bold; she hath no shame.
Heart on sleeve, she bleeds love.
Does he bleed too?
Why then, if so,
does he only bleed in secrecy?
Her heart open, flows affection
His heart stitched to outside
Reopened in private counsel
to her.
From her presence the shell encloses
Once so bold
Now callous before her.
Face to face, no words ensue.
Silent passion
Trapped underneath self torment
His silence speaks volumes to her.
So close they are,
But worlds apart they stay.
Yet though her heart is so open
His words turn cold before they reach her
She can not feel his "warmth."
Does she bleed in vain?
He approaches; her words are frozen
From sheepish glances do they greet
And from cold love does she pass by.

Lonliness

When you pierce a lonely heart,
it does not bleed
for it hath no love to flow
The desolate chambers from which compassion past heed
Have been preserved in its shriveled state.
Sheathed from empathy, sympathy and the like
Plagued by selfishness and jealousy
It weighs unused in the hollowed out space of its owner's chest
the warm rays of companionship can not pierce the darkness here
Like an illness, the lonely heart rejects the company
It does not, can not, recognize what companionship is,
For it can not miss what it has never had.
When you pierce a lonely heart
It does not bleed
For misery is the only thing is knows.

Found my old poem book

I'll post each one as a separate blog.


...And I strongly dislike physics >:(

So I love this kid.

Won't say his name, but my friends know who it is.

I feel like I'm addicted to him

- and I get a little anxious when I know that I can't talk to him.

Of course he doesn't know that, though.

He's sooo ...
amazing.

like everything you could ever ask for.

But he's my best friend.

Edit: Picture of us at my Halloween sleepover (yes, he slept over)