There's too much
noise sometimes
and all I can think
about is my friends
rambling in corners
scrawling Confucius
across Facebook walls
trying only to be heard
and taken seriously
through the wisdom
of people long dead
in lieu of facing the
instant rejection of
developing a unique
personality in a sea
of cynical personas
where it's better to
have never loved
than to admit that
you are human.

The girl that was insecure about herself especially her weight
She fell in love one day and she knew that he was her soul mate
He constantly reminded her that he loves her body the way it is
He rubs her tummy and gives it a kiss
But when they always make love he seems to miss the spot that needs love the most
He started reassuring her less, she started feeling like a ghost
One day she found out  that she was pregnant, they had so much joy
They even started looking up baby names and decided to name him troy
Thats when then he started showing more attention to her insecurity but its because what he created was in there
Then for some reason she started developing this hatred in her heart , she didnt want to share
She felt sad because he only showed her attention because of the baby
She didnt want to hate the baby but it started driving her crazy
She felt jealous and that was consuming her
All she wanted was to feel accepted and she was wondering when it will be her turn
One day she couldnt take it anymore and she ran away
He noticed that they were gone, he searched day by day
He never found them ever since (months later)
One day he thought about the hints that she tried to give about needing love, he should've listen
The next day while he was watching the news and stacking up books on the book shelf
He heard something he couldnt believe he heard, the news mention a tragic that happened and it was about a pregnant woman that killed herself

If you have something to say,
say it with conviction
believe in the words coming
from your mouth
because once they're out
they don't go back in
and no mouth to mouth
will resuscitate
a bridge that's in flames
and as long as you
meant every last word
every last volley
shot over the walls
built from years of
friendship
then no blame can be sent
your way
but do not be alarmed
when they come back around,
a little crispy around the edges
all shrieking like demons
faces black and sooty
and eyes red from the smoke
that rose from the fires
that only tears could put out
and they've got a hot coal
in their hand that they
don't feel and they
want to see you burn.

All that makes our demons
scary is who they're
throwing fire at.

She knows things aren't ok
But she feels ok
when you tell her that everything will be ok