My texts can only be 300 characters

So this one's for you, Red. 

I know that it seems like we've come to a point in the maze where we've hit a dead end, and I've broken down and given up, but please don't sit on the ground with me. Because I was just about to get up. 

I need some way to get through to you. Some way to tell you I miss that solo during kiss me. That's our song. And I had my best first kiss to it. 

Please look past my past, and look towards our future. It looks a lot more relevant than the past, doesn't it? Because we can still change the future. And I'm gonna need your help. 

Just please smile for me. Because I want nothing more than for you to be happy. And if I can't do that, I'll be Damned. 

I just need to tell you... You mean eternity to me. And I don't want to have to have lost my friends for nothing. 

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. 

And I've never used those words in a poem before.  

What's the point in wearing that shirt she loves to impress her, if this jacket just covers it up? 

A sequel.

I'm writing you this poem because you always told me I didn't write enough poetry for you. Well here we are. In writing to you, because you said you'd always read it. But I look out into the crowd, and I don't see your stupid face anywhere. I can't see your face anywhere but my nightmares, and when I close my eyes. So this is just another letter never sent. 

I always wondered why you always made me promise not to hurt myself. 

It's because you did it all for me. 

And I'm sorry for befriending all of your friends. Because really, they're the reason I can't get you out of my fucking mind. 

PS, I hope you have a good Christmas. 

To an old friend

This ones for you. You ruined my life. It was hard not to snap your pathetic neck tonight. I hate you. Thank you for helping me finally realize it. 

The sickness.

These pills are but a mask. And in three hours I feel the reality of my mistakes. So I pop another three and lay my head down on your lap, pretending it doesn't kill me. I slowly think myself to sleep, covering this pain up with all the essential oils I need. Thinking about how I can't wait for the end. Just to see how it all ends up. Whose floor we all end up dead on. 

I lay here crippled under my sorrows, and pull you closer. I want to kiss you, but I'm sick. Help me. 

You.

There's something special about you. About the way you make me feel. About what you do to me. You bring out a side I thought I had lost. A side I've missed so much. And I love it. 

I love how you're a sucker for cute things. How you jump at the sight of a baby or a cute couple brings me back to life inside. Colors a bit of my painting. Grows a smile on the outside. And it makes me happy for our future. 

And that's kind of all I wanted to say. 

An eternity in an olive nightmare.

When you stand up and open the windows to a new reality, you realize what's been right in front of you is what will save you from what you thought was an eternity in hell. I still need that extra pull, because for some reason I'm still stuck under her spell. The Latin phrases uttered in sheer terror bound me to her miserable body for an eternity. I need to break this curse and I need to be happy. I need this vinyl record to stop scratching on the blanks, and I need to flip it over, and start side two. I need her to be happy. But I need me to be happy. And I need you to be happy. I wish I could do all three. I'm happy, you're happy, but she is not. And she never will be unless she can break her own spell, take off her own mask, and break her wand. I just need you to stand in the way, so I can no longer see her. I need you to kiss me and pull me from this eternity in hell.