Why hello there.

We are on dangerous grounds

Too much passion. too much fun

This constant arguing and yelling

and joking and laughing.

We crash with balance

two parallel lines on a different plane

Yet we should never be together, no.

We are two flammable substances in an enclosed space.

A little too close and we'll catch fire

We can burn the entire neighborhood

Perhaps change everyone's perception about love

Too different, yet too similar

No, I'm not in love, heartbroken, or depressed. Some of these poems actually date back to a couple of years before. 

Here's to the drunken nights

Where I am all alone in bed

And you're bedding someone else

2 am calls

They say alcohol makes you forget

A shot here and there 

Please let me forget

Maybe a kiss from someone or two

will make me stop remembering you

2:30 am

My body is coping and laughing

At how my soul is dying

I've hurt myself before

I will never show it once more

I'll shove it aside like I always did

These are the things I am sure and unsure of about time:

Time heals all wounds (but not all the traces of it)

Time is mortal

The passing of it is inevitable

People are scared of it

People are constantly wasting it

People are not always aware of it