Trying to find myself in the mirror.
It’s smudged,
Fogged away,
Filled with stains.
My reflection screaming back,
“Don’t look.”

Today I woke up and didn't feel a burden.
Two years of the sour, fragile, cold and lonely nights are gone.
Although the snow comes soon, the only thing I can see is the sun.

Constantly.
It doesn't stop.
Like an ache,
pure pain,
yet I've become numb to it...
It doesn't matter how many times you drop me,
I'd get back up every time
and run back.
Over and over again,
never truly realizing all the breaking bones,
bruising legs, bleeding cheeks.
Soon I become so damaged I don't even want myself.
All I'll ever want is you.

People whisper about my decisions.
They act like their input is valid.
But at the end of the day...
it comes down to what my heart wants to follow.
Him.
Her.
Myself.
Look in the mirror...
start with you.

How is it that some people are able to get over someone whom they “loved” in a matter of days?

It took me weeks,
Months,
Years,
And a whole new coat of skin,
Just to have a day where his name didn’t cross my mind.

I continue to wait,
To remember,
To change the could haves,
The would haves,
And the should haves.
All for a different ending.

I wish you could take me back to the first day.
Simplicity.
You,
Me,
And a bus.

Magic was made in the most unusual place, yet it transformed me into someone I wish I could be again.

When I told you I loved you,
I wasn’t lying.

My tongue will only speak those words truthfully to you.
My lips, forever yours.

Until my new coat of skin.

We wish upon stars,
and dream the impossible
To give us hope.
For love,
For happiness,
And for ourselves

We long for this beautiful hope to rise our souls from the darkness into the light of day.

At times we are brought down to our knees with nothing left.
Wondering how any human could be brought down such length,
And suddenly, all hope is lost.

We decide not to wish upon the stars
and to never dream any dreams.
We push away all hope we were saving for love, happiness and ourselves.
It seems inevitable.

Yet it is not.
We can find the hope of love, and happiness within ourselves.
When your heart feels lost, don’t run off and find someone to fill that chunk of solitude, find yourself.

I see her eyes in yours,
yet I still pursue you.

You've changed,
I've changed,
what do we think we're doing?

I can't let go.
I can try,
I have tried.
But I get the same result every time.

You choose her.
Every time.

Why do we do this to ourselves?
I can try to answer,
But it never seems to be the right.