Every time I write a story or a poem I can see it in my mind.
Words become pictures and everything flows freely.
This must be why I'm crazy.

My mind feels enclosed.
It's surrounded by walls that block my pen from its paper.
Perhaps its because I drew them there.
But whenever I draw a wall I always leave a door.
You seem to know how to enter my thoughts.
So next time we embrace would you mind leaving the door open.
So I can let all my thoughts run free.

You're eyes make me take a breath every-time they lock with mine.
You make me want to run back to school forget the home I'd leave behind.
So we can help build each others dreams.
On laugh filled dinner dates and old cheap wine.
But until we meet again I'll always remember those eyes icy blue and how they made me feel warm once more
.

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.

My mind is tired, but my eyes cannot shut.
My hands want to write, but my soul cannot utter a word.
I did everything I could, but it wasn't enough.
So what does one do when he can't do anything.
I'm not sure anymore.
Because it seems I've spent so many days awake.
That I've forgotten how to sleep.

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.

My life is a beautiful mixture of long walks, late nights, incredible people, loud music, and strawberry pop-tarts.
I guess that just goes to show, that waking up from a good dream.
Isn't always a bad thing.

She cried when I told her I didn't need her.
She said that she had a need to be needed (whatever that means).
And that she would feel better knowing I needed her to be happy.
And while I apologized for bringing tears to her eyes my answer didn't change.

Because I don't need another person to go on journey's with me.
Because I already have all I need to be happy.
And while I would love for her to come with me.
At the end of the day I know she won't.
Because soon she'll realize that she doesn't need me.
And that's okay with me.

I don't even know why I stay awake anymore.
I suppose its because while everyone else is asleep I have time to think.
But when have my thoughts ever helped anyone?
They don't even help me.

Sadness unidentified you're not even sure what is wrong.
Maybe it's just teenage hormones that you never tasted before me.
But I fear its more than that.
I fear your sadness is derived from my impending absence from your life.
Perhaps I was a tad selfish in thinking we could make this work.
But I know you and I know myself and both of us are far to stubborn.
To let us go with out a fight.

I guess technically I did stuff today.
Nothing that contributes anything to society.
But I could honestly careless.
Because why give a **** when to most people your just a set of numbers.
If I ever do anything important with my life it will be with the thoughts of those whom I love on my mind.
Even the one who left.

As I stand on the beach and let the tide over take my legs I wonder.
Where are you going?
Why did you have to leave?
The thing is I already know these answers.
Maybe I just like talking to myself at 6 a.m before people show up and bug me.
Cause who wants a crazy guy who talks to himself ruining their beach time.

You asked me why I chose you.
Out of everyone why did I single out you to be the one.
Its because whenever I'm with you I can just smile and forget.
My past, my future, my pains, my faults.
You bring me a joy that I haven't felt in a while.
That is why I chose you to be the one whose lips I shall press with mine.

My coffee was hot.
My classes were quick.
My speech was written.
I made some new friends.
And my work is all in.

Oh and I made her laugh...

I say today I win.

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.

You are water and I am fire.
When I blaze with rage that can't be contained, you put me out.
And when you're cold and feel drained, I make you steam with lust.
And while we are different on so many levels.
But at our cores we are the same.

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 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.