Hey, You
                                    absolutely gorgeous thing
Don't you know
                                    every guy is gonna want you?
                    
                    That's what I think is gonna happen.

You're always right
                                      I don't know everything about you.
But sometimes I think that
                                      You might not know a lot about me
        
                     Either.

Hey, You
                                     absolutely troubled thing
Everything is gonna be just fine
                                                                Right?

Hey, You
                                      Please answer me
You're gonna be okay. It's not the end.
                                                                        Right?

Hey, You... You're not gonna forget me?
                                       Even after all of the small things we did?
I know that they don't mean much to you, but
                                       it did to me

Sorry you didn't see it the same way. But, it was still nice.

Hey... You know that I'll always be there for You

                        for You
                                                                   for You

                                             For You

the way you look through me
makes my heart drop
from my chest
heavily
to my crotch
I wish you'd lower your expectations
and raise your skirt
but it's nice to pretend
that you could ever care for me
when you share platitudes.

there you lay so pure with innocence
so pure until the devil put thoughts into your head
he put anxiety
he put nightmares
but here i am willing to help
your heart beat feels so fast
i look at you and tell you
inhale
exhale
you take deep breaths
your mind becomes sane again
all is fine
all is pure
but soon as we are older you see the others you want to fit in
so you loose all sanity again trying to beat your glowing down to fit in
but i look at you and say
inhale
exhale
all is fine again
we find new friends with the coming year but little did I know it was more to keep track of
more heart to keep pure
only one of their hearts stays pure no matter the devils obstacles
but for the rest I tell them
inhale exhale
inhale exhale
all is fine at least i thought
behind my back you along with everyone else except for the pure
you guys go behind my back making me think everything is fine
until i see the smoke under your breath until i can see through your excuses finallly i figure out everything
i watch you
you put it towards your lips
followed by a yolo
then you
inhale
exhale
and it is done
all goes black
and your glowing is gone.

i am the architect of my own demolition.
i know what ive done, but i will not admit
that i am the cause.
i know that by admitting it,
i will never be able to live with myself.
so with that,
i choose to blatantly ignore
all evidence you throw at me.
i will ignore my own head,
yet alone
the thoughts that rage in yours.

but the funny thing is,
my head will forever be louder
than the words you continue to yell at me.
my head is equivalent to
the loud static of a broken television;
only not able to be turned off.
i am saving myself from my own destruction.
but at the same time
i am creating more for you.

you are the rug i sweep all my actions under.
you are the jar i hide all my confessions in.
for i am a monster,
a monster only seen
when i look into the mirror.
you are my mirror.

long days = long nights
long nights
are the only thing i’ve been trained for.
i’ve been chained to you.
long nights become longer
because i am missing you.
you are my hope to be who i want to be,
but you are the only thing
that's holding me back from being
me.

it is complex,
like the waves
that crash their beauty into the sand;
only to retract and wash away its traces.

it appears and comes by so suddenly.
and it could leave you in the dark
just as quickly.

it could be the transition of winter to spring;
the once cold and conceited atmosphere transforms into something full of light and growth.
the flowers bloom and bring back that familiar warm feeling;
the feeling of compassion and admiration.

it could be the way your cheeks take upon a rosy tint when the temperature drops
and the sky becomes a milky white tone.
it mends your shallow brain,
it shows you things
that aren’t noticeable to those who have lost their faith.
these things melt the ice barrier you have kept around your heart for so long.

it could be the way your words and promises dance upon the rays that pour through the window in the early morning;
words and promises that are full of
innocent truth instead of guilt.

it could be all of these lovely things,
but it can also be the hurricane that destroys it all.
it can manipulate you
with is energy and magnificence,
do not let yourself get caught in the storm.

in the light of pure adolescence;
we see.
and in the air of willful disobedience;
we breathe.
our actions fuel off of the energy
of the violent sunsets.
and we find our individual tranquility
in the nights in which we wander.
not only do we wander, but we wonder.

the playful range of shades the sky possesses
makes us wonder and wander.
looking past on the identities
we were told to portray,
we create our own full of
vibrancy and reason.
this identity gives us a powerful passion
that thrives off of the rays of the sun.
a passion that gives us the motivation to
continue on this messy road of colors.
to continue on our ephemeral yet indelible
adventures throughout the course of life.