The city is full of unknown faces and voices.
The faces passing by as you walk down the crowded streets. The man smiling at you as he looks up from the asphalt. The couple giggling and holding hands as they walk pass you. The kid holding her mothers hand looking strangely at you. The voices of the people trying to sell their counterfeit goods and cheap food. The cab driver yelling at the teens running out of his cab. The poor man sitting on the pavement with his dog on his lap begging for money and food.
The city is full of unknown faces and voices.

Poetry
is
more
than
just
words
it's
feelings
and
thoughts.

Home, sweet home.
You are the memories of my childhood.
Oh, how I love you.
The dreams I had.
The ones lived out and the ones still to be.
Laughing and celebrating with friends and family.
Swinging on the swing that once was in the backyard.
Climbing in the highest tree.
Feeling on the top of the world.
Oh, how I hate you.
The nightmares that hunted me at night.
Crying in the corners of my room.
Failures and broken dreams.
Yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs.
Hiding in bushes and thicket.
Feeling like my world was falling apart.
There is no place like home.

The
worst
break
up
is
the
one
that
never
happens

When you're surrounded by hundreds of people but no one notices you. No one chooses to hear you. Everyone except from him. Him with the goofy big smile from one ear to another. He sees what no one else sees. You. He sees when you look alone surrounded by people. He sees you when you have that distant look in your eyes, like you aren't present. But when you're with him everything changes. You're there, you're not alone.
*You're in love.

The door is shut.
No way out.
No escape.
They are trying to **** me.
Chasing me like a lion hunting its prey.
Sharpening their teeth.
Getting ready to rip out my throat.
I feel forsaken.
Abandoned by everyone.
No one is going to save me.
No one can save me.
What’s killing me are my thoughts.
They run through my mind like the tears rush down me cheeks.
Like an endless mist blocking my sight.
I can’t see a future.
*Where do I go?

You fight or surrender.
You win or lose.
You do or don't.
You can't do both so we have to choose.
Will you give all that it takes to win
and fight the battles that comes sneaking up from behind
or will you do nothing
and get beat up till you can't do anything.

*Or can you actually do both?

We're like machines.
We have routines and sometimes
we over work and breakdown.
When we break someone has to fix us
because we can't fix ourselves.

*But what if no one can fix you?

Growing up I thought that he treated me like I deserved and how he was supposed to. That it was normal.
As I got older I learned that none of my friends were treated that way. There was a reason for why it was kept a secret.
That isn't how you raise someone but it was how he was raised so matter of course that I should be as well.
Fathers are supposed to protect their children, but what if they can't and they are the main source of the pain.
I have to look him in the eyes everyday like nothing ever happened. Like everything is okay but it's not and it never will be.
As if it wasn't enough that he raised me to act like everything is okay all the time he can't even tell the truth.
He's a liar.
A filthy liar who isn't man enough to confess to what he has done.
Nothing can ever remedy what he did.

I saw you today but quickly turned my head and looked the other way. It hurts to see you. I want to run over to you and give a big hug and never let go. I want you and I want you to stay with me. When I look at you all the memories and the feelings come back and I'm afraid I might fall for you again. Not because I can't but because I won't. I know you will catch me but eventually you will drop me like I am nothing. You made me feel like I was everything and you made me feel like I was nothing.

There was not a single moment where you weren't on my mind.
Though we ignore each others existence, yet you're still on my mind.

We started talking.
We began hanging out.
We sometimes talked.
We took walks in the forest.
We talked more.

We started holding hands.
We talked a bit more.
We told each other secrets.
We talked even more.
We did long hugs in the rain.
We fell in love.

It went to fast, I couldn’t keep track.
We stopped falling.
What is going on?
We stopped holding hands.
What happened?
We stopped hugging.
We can’t even touch?

We stopped telling secrets.
Where did the trust go?
We spoke less.
Where are you going?
We rarely spoke.
We are not friends?
We never spoke.
*Did I do something wrong?