SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.

the weight of the wooden beams overlaid with countless
harrowing splinters
carried on your stainless sturdy back while
you held me there so softly
secure in your hands, even though you knew;
you knew I drove those splinters into your
back to begin with, and continued,
buried them deeper into your skin, you
carried me forward into the day that
I shudder when I remember the way I used to
wound you gladly, without a stain of sorrow
even still turning back now and then to
note what I had done, for shame
the wrath I deserve, you took
you took it all the more gladly, for me
living the life I could not, dying the death I deserve
and you love me still, you love me still

Why do you still resent me? Why judge me on my past deeds? I know it's all about who remembers, but no one remembers me. Why do I still have feelings? Why do I still write these? Not like anyone will notice, the way that my smile bleeds.

If you're listening
the way you say you are
why haven't you heard
me calling out your name
like a wolf calls out to the moon?

I come home and I load up Call of Duty
The title screen is so welcoming
It's the only place I feel at peace
Even with all the bullets shooting at me
My Xbox is my only stress relief
It helps me stay awake and think
Because I would give anything
To not fall again and just get some sleep
And I keep thinking constantly
That maybe tonight I won't be so week
But that's all I am, yeah that's me
I'll fight these well known enemies
Maybe if I can't beat my demons I'll beat the game
And get my final killcam with a 2.77 K/D

So how long has it been since it's stopped? Since I've been disgusted by rain drops? It's almost as if we all stopped breathing, and for a second teenagers stopped breading. It's almost as if we all stopped screaming and for a while we all stopped cheating. So how long will this go on before we start needing this ever lasting feeling of real things? No, the world isn't perfect, but you need to give it a chance, so don't stop caring or it'll be out of your hands.

So how long has it been since I've stopped fighting? Since I've been distraught from my writings? It's almost as if the world stopped turning, and for a second we all stopped hurting. It's almost as if adults were finally taught the lessons we've been learning, and for a minute our hearts stopped yearning. But is it plausible? That maybe the world isn't as colossal as the fossils and we just turned the impossible to possible?

*Only if you put your mind to it

If I'm sick please be my remedy
If it's music please be my harmony
And baby please if you see my on the street
Don't smile near me
Because I'll fall in love again