armsreach

you
seem like ur so close
yet so far away.
and yes
i know, cliche.
very cliche.
but thats the only way i know how to describe
us.
theres not even really an
us,
but kind of.
its like leading on. except.. not really.
you have her.
and on the side,
theres me.
but sometimes
there are those wonderous moments
when i feel like i have you.
and its a slight glimpse of what it would be like
if i really did.. have you.
oh she doesnt realize how lucky she is.
jealousy can be a bitch.

--
means nothing, kind of a continuation of the poem before. just somethin different. :)

feelings

of broken confusion
have now lead into
feelings
of painful uncertainty.
and as i laid there
first gazing at the
bright sunset,
then watching
the hazy night stars,
i wished that you-
no, not you-
but you,
were with me.
but of course,
who am i to think that?
your with her, not me.
constantly,
almost everyday
i want to scream at you,
what does she have
that i dont?
i see her treat u like shit
and know u can do better.
and i feel, selfishly,
that that one better girl
could very possibly be me.
even if,
you feel that way to some
extent,
the hurt is still there.
the fact that your
with her
and not me.
maybe..
maybe someday
you can hold me in your arms
and never want to let go.

--
means nothing:P