i am quicker to doubt myself
than i am to doubt anyone else
whether i know them or not
when it comes to others
i never think twice
there i am, always by their sides
somehow incapable of extending
the same kindness to myself

but i am a person just like the rest
struggling to find my place in this mess
there is no use being ******* myself

i want to be
something she can fix.
i want to be a puzzle
the way she is.

i wish to be a broken telephone line,
for we know, the solution is time
and a quick repair
and i’ll be fine.

i wish to be a set of drawers
with a missing ****,
missing but
out there somewhere.

if our friendship was a mountain
i’d climb it to the peak
and wait there until sunrise
when we'd have a chance to speak

but we are more like a valley
always feeling down together
the sky is so beautiful
we sometimes forget to complain about the weather

now i live in the mountains
and snow falls gently on me again
i forget about the cold,
i forget about the rage

as ice melts in the spring,
memories of you are washed away
they heard that you were gone
and knew they couldn’t stay

Small towns
pass through my vision
like slowly growing
scattered pieces of life
thrown into
a fast-paced world
of people everywhere
all the time.

these towns
I know nothing of
were almost a part
of a life of mine
I dared to nearly live

my favourite people
are unapologetically themselves
they speak their minds
they are not afraid

my favourite people
are my best friends
and strangers I see downtown
who dress to impress no one else

my favourite people
are everything i want to be
and everything i'm not