why not let out the ideas in your head before you die?
so it can live on
and you can go peacefully.
but what is this pool of ideas in my head?
What if I drain it out?
What if I let it out So Much that I have nothing left of me...
?!
maybe that's the point.
there won't BE nothing left of you.

So, You let it out Until you die.

In a world full of moving souls
behind perspective eyes
I looked for you.

and it hit me:
Even when I was with you
I could not find you..
you NEVER let me FIND YOU.
In the end and tomorrow,
I will always look for you.
every time I see a resemblance
I am a dog looking for a ball with his ears up
having a little hope that it is YOU,

but no
no one is you.
no one will ever be what I looked for in you.

I was your friend
you had a name for me.
it represented what you could see.
We made bonds in time that could last an eternity...
yet,
I became just a face with a list of attributes
instead of a known identity.
and "Everywhere at the End of Time"
made remembering, your enemy.

I've wondered lately..
where your words
will take me
how you made distance
feel so close
and how easy it might be
to trust another wounded heart
it was a pleasure seeing you crack a smile through years of despair.
yes the feelings are mutual,
& I take into account how different
we lived before meeting;
two somber poets,
turning pain into beauty..
cheers to you
here's to Life
thank you for the next chapter,
with or without you.

stop looking outside.
focus on where it starts
discover yourself in ways
no one can find for you.
let the world spin,
go back to your roots
and dont let yourself get the best of you

She helps me forget about you.
She keeps me up
    With her air
With her intoxication
She
She helps me

But not like you did.