you can't change your words once they've been sung
like you can't ***** out the stars or bury the sun
what you said you can never take back
and when you said 'go away' i was almost okay with that
because the sky's not red; it's still blue
and no twisted words are better than the truth
the grass is still green and the sun still shines
i'm still broken and there's still sorrow in your eyes
nothing has changed and i don't think i mind
reality is a comforting blanket in the middle of the night
i still eat leftovers for breakfast and ride the bus to school
the only difference is now i don't need you

Despite everything
There’s something
About
Texting someone under
The table
At holidays,
Hoping no one will
Ask you
Their name
Or
Their status
Because
Despite everything
There’s something
About loving
Without
labels and
Friendship without
Names
And once it’s said
Aloud
It doesn’t mean as much
Anymore

it could be an adventure through outer space
inhaling poison gasses and sneezing constellations into place
while scattering the dusty footprints on the planets
riding on the toxic waves of acid tangents

or a trip through the Atlantic in an orange submarine
falling in love or laughing until our eyes bleed
watching life in the real world from afar
under sea level and into his arms

it could be a trek in the forrest in my dreams
picking black wildflowers and catching sunset beams
sleeping under cotton-candy clouds
his broken voice fills my heart and pungent sound

it could be sleeping with the fishes or bathing in mushroom clouds
jumping into the end of the world without fear or doubt
the apocalypse is upon us now
ignoring the protests and the crowds and the shouts

and he and i would be an impossibility
just like all of these other things

This is the last time I'll pretend I care
I'll hold my head high and dye my hair
This is the last time I'll say I know you
I'll paint grey what once was blue
This is the last time I'll let you go
After all this you won't know
This is the last time I'll be awake
I'm not in your dreams anyway
This is the last time I'll write your name
Every feeling is always the same
This is the last line I'll write about you
Why does "you" seem to rhyme with "blue"?

Okay.
Listen here.
Listen good.
I'm not saying most of this is about you
(Though maybe I should)
But I think you can read between the lines
I'm tired of telling my secrets
Is there anything old?
You should know how I write by now.
Is there anything blue?
You should know nothing blue is new.
Sometimes I just write
And don't know what it's about
Not until the end, that is
Good god,
you should see my walls...
So read it for yourself
And stop trying to
figure everything out
You can speak for
a reason
you know
Start writing
Your own
Song
Now
    .

the only thing worse than facing the music in the box
is facing the monsters that come out of the dark
because music pauses and music ends
but monsters creep out of their closets at night to haunt your dreams again
my monsters have a habit of creeping in
dressed as people I used to know and places I have been
but what to know and where to go
when what you're afraid of is everything you'll ever know

Cloudy skies and murky air
Stirring anger and breaking fair
Falling leaves and screaming loud
Wind whipping away all our shouts
Our hearts fall with the leaves
When autumn peeks it's face on trees
Rain falls and then it stops
And we all wonder if it will be a little or a lot
As the leaves lose color we lose faith
Knowing that cold is coming to freeze over the mess we made
Lights go quick and dark lasts longer
Summer romances fade away and give us time to ponder
Do we start something new
Or let everything old be done and through
We trample leaves and trample stars
Breaking piles and breaking hearts.

you know i hate the taste of this coffee
like your name on my weathered lips
it's a little bitter and a little hot
and all kinds of acidic

and the cup is orange and black and white
like i imagine the color of your soul
all kinds of autumn and october
with a whole lot left to know

it breaks my heart and burns my tongue
just like i'll smash the recycled cup
maybe i need to let it go
and just stick to my starbucks

what we love:
those things change/ like hail to snow and snow to rain/we don't realize it now/but we will love it more than before/love the most/love the worst/become folklore

You're totally right
And I think the fact that you know that means we've gone around too many times
While its true
We don't know where we'll be in a year or two
And if there will be rain or if there will be snow
Random fact: I'm bad at letting go
And apparently you are too
And I don't know how this will go of we don't see this through
So I guess I'm more afraid of missing out than getting hurt
I mean we've dealt with a lot, could it even get worse?
It's kind of been a mess since November 19th two years ago
Random fact: even then I couldn't let you go.

I'm just going to sit here and cry
And remember the good times
Like when you bought me flowers that one time
And then we nearly froze to death in each others arms
I know I'm the one that broke it off
But I'm still hurting enough
There was the time when you picked me up late
And we swam in the pool in the dark and it all seemed like fate
Like when we danced until our feet were sore
And I said I loved you, thinking I'd never meant it more
I remember when we just laid in bed and talked
And then you gave me my very first kiss and then a lot
I'm going to miss you so much
And I know you don't care
But it will be a while until I stop crying for you
And pulling out my hair
Never date your best friend, guys
In the end you'll just cry and cry

There’s ink on my hands
And fire in my soul
I’m just a tired insomniac
Looking for someone to call home