This I'll admit is not what I'm used to.
But that's a good thing.
I actually feel that I know you.
And right now that's what I need.
I know you need your time I know I needed mine.

I have no love for the city I was born in.
Its not that its bad place to grow up.
But there has to be more to this world.
And I need to soak it in while my mind and body are still young.
Before my Love for adventure is choked out by the monotony of life.

You ask me to tell you about myself.
And honestly I would like to share myself with you.
As long as you share yourself with me too.
But I wonder how much of me you'll want to see when you realize.
I'm not all light underneath.

Your innocence is so obvious on your face.
I'm almost afraid if what will happen when I show you that I have lost mine.
Though I suppose pain is not new to you.
As your wound is much fresher than mine.
I can't promise I can take away the pain.
But it can't hurt to try.

I suspect a fight in my future.
If what you told me is true.
Once we come together as one.
Then that boy who once called you his Love will try to come back for you.
I don't want to fight because I don't want to scare you.
By showing you the side of me that loves the sound of crunching bones.
But I will not back down.
Because I lost you once many years ago.
I'm not about to let that happen again.

I'm known for being the nice guy.
That's who you believe me to be.
But if you want to be with me you have to realize.
That even nicest guys are corrupt in their own ways.

Here we are again sitting laughing just like we did back then.
You know the pain you caused me.
And I don't regret my sins.
But when I look into your eyes I know we could be happy again.

I was once like you.
In some ways I still am.
I'm not saying I can fix you.
Only you can do that.
But I'll hand you the pieces if you know where to put the glue.
But only if you trust me to.
Because I remember when I shattered you.
I promise you that I never intended you to have the pain you felt.
But if a second chance means anything.
I think we both have earned one.

Whether it the drunken body of a friend being carried inside.
Or the painful awkwardness of trying to capture the feelings of one so far out of your league.
I maybe weak.
But at least I can admit it.
And I'll be ****** if I don't fight it.

Our worlds don't mix.
Our friendship is loosely based on inside jokes and teasing insults.
But that's all we'll ever have.
I'm sorry if you expected more.

I've been directed my whole life.
I always thought I knew what I wanted.
But now I question if its really just what they wanted.
Because the only thing I want from life anymore is happiness.
And that doesn't give me time for much else.

Pain is not new to me.
In fact its a welcome friend.
There is something about sore feet and not being able to lift my arms above my head.
That helps me feel whole again.

Why over-think what you can't control.
I tend to keep my guard up and fight my fate.
But whats the point in fighting when you don't know what its for.
Because no one knows whats meant to be.

You were always there.
When no one else cared you were there.
Before I knew her you were there.
When I was broken down you pick me up.
And I did the same for you.
Thank you for being there.

I doubt our lips will ever touch again.
And I really don't mind at all
Who knows maybe one day this ice will melt.
And maybe we could still be friends.

I had almost forgotten that I knew how to be happy alone.
But then again even when no one else is around.
I still have meaningful talks with the voices in my head.

I was once a ghost.
I would float through the halls passing by my peers.
And it was very rare anyone took notice of me.
I liked being a ghost.
But now people can see me.
I'm still blurry to most.
And I'm glad that the person who saw me first all those years ago hiding under a table.
Still sees me clearer than anyone else.

If I were to describe myself.
I would say I'm a night person.
There is something about the hours after the sun goes down and the stars come out.
That gives me peace of mind.
That things may not always seem so bright.
But that doesn't mean they are without beauty.

It seems this story likes to see me fail.
Sometimes I wish I could skip ahead to see where this all ends.
But over thinking is what got me here.
And I have no problem letting the unknown take me over.

My head hurts from the stress of the every day.
The mundane gets to me the passing of time waiting for something.
Anything.
But nothing comes.
That's when I remember.
If you want something to catch on fire.
Its best to add gasoline .

I have no idea where I'm going.
But I'll never get there by slowing down.
So I will walk on.
Until my feet no longer touch the ground.

I often question why these thoughts occur.
Why I constantly have the desire to cause pain to other men.
I'm so often tempted with the rush of my hand crushing someones jaw.
I've learned to control it over time, but its getting worse.
I hope that I don't scare you if I'm provoked while your with me.
Then again maybe a part of you should be wary of angering the beast in me.

I'm trying to open up to you.
I don't do this often.
And I'm not saying you have to like what you see.
Hell most of time I don't like what I see.
But some reaction would be nice.
Because when I try to talk to you my tongue is tied in knots.

Many years ago I made plans to write a novel.
I gave up because my attention was drawn elsewhere.
But it seems I've rediscovered a lost passion.
I can't help but enjoy being around people who are as addicted to this drug as myself.

I laughed as you stumbled over your words.
It was obvious my presence made you nervous because I have never seen you stumble over anything.
But at the end of the night I was the one who really stumbled.
Because I missed my shot to make you leave with me.
I hope it was not my only one.

There is so much about life I want to experience.
So many places I want to see.
So much I want to accomplish.
So forget that old cliche sunrise to sunset.
Because who wants to waste time sleeping.

I know what I must seem like to you.
A chance that maybe you're not ready to take.
If this is the case then let me show you the cracks from when I was broken.
Because I don't know what the future holds.
But I think you should know even the worst scars eventually heal.
And I want you to know that some of those cracks healed because of you.

For hours we talked.
Exchanging jokes and smiles.
And just an overall feeling of joy.
And through it all you knew your mother was still in a hospital bed.
Yet you still can laugh with this lost boy.
You my dear are much stronger than I.

Something about this weekend has brought a change in me.
For once I feel as happy as I was with you.
I guess some may call that closure.

I have made many promises to you.
And though we may never go eat tacos.
I maintain that a piece of me will always Love you.
And honestly I can't wait for us to meet again when we're 21.
But this is about me keeping my last promise to you.
To let you know when I'm moving on.
This probably won't be the last poem meant for you.
Just don't be surprised when they're about someone new.

I'm done burying myself.
I've been done for awhile now.
Now i'm just sitting on the ground on my busted up coffin.
And I wonder how much higher I can go.

I woke up only to find you asleep.
I could sit here and try to wake you, but I don't know how.
Maybe the sound of the door shutting will wake you up.
You know where to find me if it does.

Its all too familiar the way my life is now.
I wonder how it will end this time.
I guess we'll wait and see.

I will not interfere with your relationships.
I respect you too much for that.
But if I hear that someone is hurting you.
I will not hesitate to keep the promise I made to you.

I'll admit that hurt.
But hey I've been hit harder than that and if you think I'm gonna back down.
Then let me reintroduce myself.
I'm the guy who would drop everything just because you needed some one to talk to.
I'm the guy who held you as you burst randomly into tears.
I'm the guy who kicked himself every day for not noticing you sooner.
And I'm the guy who is willing to put these feelings aside in public to be friends with you because I don't want to lose you.
You may not write about me, but nearly all these poems are for you.

I've always been a bit of a story teller.
It's just something I've come to enjoy.
So I hope people will be able to understand that when I cover my body in ink.
That I'm telling my own story for once.

Of the moment when my friends helped me face my fear.
Of the moment when I gave up on being afraid of what others think.
Of the nervous smile you had when I walked over to you.
Of the smile I think you'll have when you read this.

My ideas are once again bursting out of my mind.
And the one idea I don't have is where to start.
So thank you for helping me find the key to unlock it all.

Try me on again like you did once before.
Who knows maybe I'll fit better now.

Ever sense I was young I remember wanting a simple life.
A family a good job and a simple kind of happiness.
But you came along and changed my view.
Now I refuse to become another mindless drone.
And the shoes on my feet will be my only true home.
And though my life has changed to a different point of view.
One thing that hasn't changed is how I feel about you.

I see my cowardice staring back at me.
"You're gonna back out. You always do.) he says.
Not this time and with that he begins to fade.
I can't help but wonder if he's really gone.
Or if I just can't hear him any more.
I guess we'll see.

Its like I'm on a roller coaster.
My heart is doing loop de loops in my stomach and is spinning through my lungs.
And I don't know if what I'm about to do is right.
But please don't hate me.
I mean at least I gave it my best shot.

I feel like doing something stupid.
Something that would surprise even you.
I guess we'll see just how stupid I can be.

I've never been overly fond of these.
Mainly because most of my peers annoy the **** out of me.
You made every one I went to special though.
Even when I was tired and slow (**** that ****)
I don't know how I'll take this one alone.
Hell maybe if I had ***** I'd ask and you still go.

It seems we're doing what we set out to.
Discovering what the back of our minds hold and who we are.
And I'm finally free from the chains I locked myself in happiness begins to show in my eyes if you look closely.
And I like to think you're happy too.
That doesn't change the love I feel only for you.
And I would like to see if you could still Love me, but not need me.
Because needing a person to constantly hold is like handing someone a weight they can't lift.
I'm sorry I made you hold that.

You think I'm making this up.
Do you think that the demons are a lie I fabricated to impress you?
Don't make me laugh.
They've always been there now they're just coming out my fingers.
Why do you think I kissed your scars.
Because they match up with mine though I guess you can't see them.
I keep them in the back of my mind because they're no ones business but mine.
I never went in depth on the boy whose Mom would work late and whose Dad would drink all night.
Because I don't want your pity or understanding I can handle myself.
You once told me you don't feel.
Well I feel too much and I can't count the number of times that weight has crushed me.
I'm not changing who I am but the voices in my head needed to talk it out.
So thank you for giving me this.

I can't wait to let my life adorn my skin in blood and ink.
They tell me to think about it, to wait until I'm older.
They think that I'll regret it when I'm older and my muscles fail.
But at the rate I'm going I won't make it that far.
And that makes me smile.

It'll just be for a second.
Because that's all this life is it ends so quickly.
So I wonder what you would say if I asked with you to Dance with me.

I'm once again a jobless teenage waste of space.
And I can't help but laugh when I'm told to wipe the smile from my face.
Because I flexed my chains and they broke like it was nothing.
And I laugh because this confidence you gave me was really good for something.

I've never cared much for tan skin, large assets, and perfect blond hair.
Pale skin and black lips tend more to draw my stare.
Because there is something in the way you wear your darkness.
It makes my breath short and my heart skip.