Dry Eyes
October 2010 (9th grade)

Look at me.
I was happy.
Then you responded.
It wasn't the answer I wanted.
It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no.
I watched as you started to go.
Come back.
Not another relapse.
It burned. 
Seriously, when will I learn?
I gave so much love.
But I guess it wasn't enough.
Other guys, infatuated,
watched as my smile disenigrated.
There was no point in picking a fight.
So my tears were my remedy to sleep that night.
I dreamed a dream
to forget about my rigged seams.
I guess it's time to move on.
Those days are gone.
I'm done crying over you.
I shouldn't be fading away--
when the skies are nowhere near gray.
While we should have been kissing,
others say you don't know what you're missing.
Someday, I hope you realize
you were perfect in my eyes.
Look, my eyes are dry.
No tears will fall from my eyes.
The fire that wouldn't stop, no doubt,
is now a single flame burning out.
Gone. All the words are gone.
The words in my heart that I kept for so long.
Here. Love is still here.
It will never disappear.
When you stumble upon my big blues,
will you even see the remaining clues?
My soul is open like a book.
Do you even care to look?
So, I guess you will never be mine.
When it's time,
we will remenisce in our tearless goodbyes,
and I'll continue on with my dry eyes.