Give me some prompts? :)

It’s just so hard to write

because you see, when I’m

crazy for you, I forget what I’m doing,

and I tend to ramble, and I know you never

fell for me because of the words I write, but I’m just

afraid that the words of a desperate fool would scare you

away and I’d be left with my pen and a notebook, with empty arms

I’ve never been one to hold my own

Never strong and willful

Not once have I been so bold

As to open my heart

Of my own accord

Yet lately it’s not so difficult

You take away my cares

You make what we have

Come easily

And for that

I am grateful

Because I’m awkward

And relationships are hard for me

I don’t know what I’m doing

Asking you to be mine

But I’m hoping you see

What’s so hard to hide

When it’s so easy

To fall into your arms

• You listen to me
• You care what I have to say
• Your smile drives me crazy
• You’re fun
• You’re weird
• You’re not afraid to be yourself
• You’re sweet
• You’re so cute!
• You’re a good writer (whether you know it or not)
• You’re a much different person than your first impression suggests
• Your voice is just-ahhhhhhhhhh!
• I can dream of sleeping in your arms without waking up to a sadder reality

(I’m going to be adding to this for a long, long time.)

I thought I’d break down and cry

to think that the thing I’ve held most dear

is over for me, that I shall never again

know how it felt to be in a place

where no one judged me,

and everyone supported me wholeheartedly

but the truth of the matter is,

I’ll always know,

I’ll never forget

I’ll take Fall Festival with me

every day, it’ll never leave my side

and though it’s sad to know it’s over

I know I can take it with me

into a bright, exciting future

He sat on the crowded bus, slouching in his seat. His breathing was soft, but his heart was heavy. He gazed out of the foggy window, forgetting the world around him.I wish you knew how perfect you were for me.

Let’s hope tonight will be just as amazing. :)

Dream of me tonight.

I had never known hurt until today. You have no idea what you do to me. Call me rash, or stupid, or just plain crazy, but it’s because of you. You let me fall for you and cast me away with the rest of the trash. Each night you’d lie in my dreams, holding me in our slumber. Each day, you could see it in my eyes. I wanted nothing more than for you to kiss me. And now you’re gone. They think I did what I did for them, but I had to punish you for toying with me like some sick love game. You had to have known. My eyes screamed it to you. You knew, and you played me.