Life is a roller coaster ride.

Ups and downs,

Loops throwing you around.

At times it's horrid,

At times it's bliss.

It can be confusing,

It can be as simple as yes or no.

Situations racking our brain,

Making us think,

Rethink,

Contemplate.

Our decisions could be wrong,

They could be right.

Trying to decide on the unknown,

Keeping you awake,

Your brain non-stop,

Trying to figure things out.

Who knows what is right or wrong,

Is there a manual,

Is there a guide to use?

I wish i knew,

I wish I knew the answers to my life,

To make it more simple,

Uncomplicated.

Life is an uncertainty,

Nothing can be for sure without seeing the unknown.

My heart beating strong,

Fast.

My pulse rising,

Feeling weak,

Light headed,

Dizzy.

Unable to move,

Don't wana move.

Feels like im nothing,

My heart in my throat,

Feeling each pound.

Not knowing what would happen,

What will happen.

Will it be good,

Will it be bad.

Who knows what will happen.

My love for you is like the endless diamond sky.

Bright,

Shinning,

Shimmering,

Everwhere.

I love you more than all those stars.

I get lost in your eyes,

Looking deep into them.

Looking in them is like a whole new world.

I find comfort in them,

Warmth,

Love,

Want,

Desire,

Lust,

Caring.

When I speak to you I smile,

I hear your voie and can't help it.

You make me laugh,

Giggle,

Blush.

You make me feel things I never have before.

You've captured my heart,

You hold the key.

Never forget,

Never deny,

Never second guess that I love you.

Never,

No matter what,

Always know I love you.

I looked up,

Saw a figure,

My heart froze,

Time seemed to stop.

I looked into his eyes,

Beautiful eyes.

I took a deep breath,

My heart started racing.

The figure came closer,

Staring at me.

Getting lost in his gorgeous eyes.

Not paying attention to anything around,

Not caring about anyone around,

Focusing on just him.

Not wanting to move,

Not wanting to look away,

Wanting to just stare into his eyes forever.

I am so tired of these games,
Of you making me feel bad.
If you really want me then show me,
Prove it,
If you don't then screw you,
I'll get over it,
But why should i waste my time,
Hurt my heart more than i need.
I cant ever talk to you about anything,
I don't feel comfortable doing it anymore.
I feel like if i open my mouth,
Say what I feel,
What's on my mind,
Then I will be hurting again,
Getting yelled at,
Making you mad,
You making me feel as if i did something wrong.

Somethings changed,
I feel it in my body,
My bones,
My soul,
My heart.
I hear it in your voice,
Something about you isn't the same,
Not the same one i fell in love with.
Something,
Someone has changed you.
You don't seem to be as warm,
Loving,
Caring towards me.
It hurts.
You voice actually bugged me,
For the first time I had to stop listening to you.

I'm tired of games,
I'm tired of hurting,
I'm tired of feeling like i'm the one in the wrong,
I'm tired of being alone.

Don't you think I have feelings too.
Don't you think I have bad days,
I want someone to talk to,
That someone being you.
Girls and guys are different.
When we get mad we want you to run after us,
Make it better.
When you get mad you all want us to leave you alone,
Give you time to cool off.
We feel like we need to make it better,
It's in our DNA,
It's in our nature.
Men don't understand.
If we are upset,
Mad,
Pissy,
Even at you,
Run your asses after us,
Before you lose us.

Forgive us for wanting to try and make your problems better,
To make them disapear,
To make the stress go away,
To make everything better.
It's who we are,
That will never change.

Men need to learn too,
How to treat us,
How to react to our problems,
How to speak to us.

You arn't the only one with problems,
We have them too,
We wana talk about them,
To you.
Express our feelings,
For someone just to listen,
To make it better.
We have problems,
Feelings,
Voices too

I use to make you happy.
I use to make you smile.
I use to make you happy when sad,
Smile when something was wrong.
I don’t do this anymore,
Why.
Why is it that I don’t make you happy?
Aren’t I the same person?
Don’t you still love me?
Shouldn’t the one you love make you happy?
You should want to talk to them,
Want to be with them,
Want to spend time with them.
You shouldn’t have to fight for their attention,
Their affection.
This is not love.
Love is shown,
Flaunted,
Wanted.

Why must I fight,
Why must I feel like I beg,
Why is it I don’t feel wanted,
Cared for,
Loved,
Like I make you happy anymore.

I need attention,
Need love,
Need to be wanted,
Need to be the one to make you happy,
To make you smile.

I want you to want to talk to me,
To spend time with me,
To be with me,
But this is not so.

I use to make you happy.