Spiders and Mosquitoes.

Caterpillars-

It was a speck of happiness,
and yet i thought it was everything,
i never knew,
how much better i could feel.

shed been holding it in for so long,
to the point where she began to lie to herself,
and the sad thing is,
you never can.

you tell yourself you're okay,
you tell them you're okay,
because you dont want them to think,
that you aren't.

it made me smile,
it felt like tiny bits of gold falling on my face,
but what i didnt know about,
was diamonds.

for once,
we were happy,
i never thought,
we could get back,
to such a good,
yet terrible place again.

i want you to love me,
the way you love to prick your fingers,
on rose thorns.

theirs something enchanting,
yet terrifying,
about life,
but guess what,
people live it anyways.

people stay,
because of a what if,
people stay,
because of a possibility,
maybe they aren't wrong,
maybe they aren't right,
who am i to judge.

friends are supposed to be,
someone you can rely on,
someone you can complain to,
someone you can say,
I love you,
without a weird look,
i guess i need more friends.

a poet,
doesn't write poetry,
they write their feelings,
and opinions,
and put them into lines of words.