To the valentine that I wish I had. To the feelings that we could have felt. To the hundred reasons why I'd never date, to you being the one exception I feel I could never grow to hate. To the beautiful girl, to the amazing smile - to the long lost giggle, that I feel has been misplaced.

With every growing day, I want to grow closer, the minutes that pass by, I try to seem playful. Words could barely express how much I hold back day to day from telling you the truth. But with no backbone, and a spine full of fear , expressing my want for you is more than I can bare.

Given what I was dealt, I have found no positive solution, to call you my own would merely be but a misplaced allocation. The fear of seeing you with someone else but me makes me grow sad, to not even know the truth, will only make me enrage.

This advent day when I pour my unrequited feelings for you. Would it be mocked? Or would it be chuckled in silence? A concept that I can not grasp, will shutter in silence for months to come.

Will the moment be nigh when I break all fears? To tell you how I feel, that's a champions true undoing. Becoming vulnerable once again, what I wouldn't give to call you my own.

Collab Writing #1

I was misconstrued with every word that dribbled out of my locked jaw, I was judged by every movement that I made, I twisted and I turned to break free of this lock, I was fighting myself - I was fighting what every person in the world has fought, with the exception of Ebenezer Scrooge, I was love struck, I was dumb founded, I was pierced by cupids arrow - and just in time for another fabricated holiday - here's to you girl of my dream - a dozen roses, a creepily written letter, and a box full of heart clogging chocolates. Love's a bitch, and leaves that undesirable itch.