Bang!
I heard a firework go off.
I don't see any lights.
Oh, I think that was a garage door falling shut.
Or maybe someone slamming a door.

I don't want to think about what it might have actually been.
It's not like summer has come and gone months ago.
It's not like nobody has garages around here.
It's not like people slam doors loud enough for it to echo around the inside of my school.
It's not like I'm scared for me and my friends every time I enter the building.
It's not like that, I swear.

Everyone is scared.
Everyone is lashing out.
Everyone is on their toes.
Everyone is trying to become home-schooled.

We want to leave.
Not for boredom,
not for the next best thing.
But for safety,
for home.

Who's coming in the door next?
Who's going to stop them?
Who's going to survive?
Who is going to die?

This, my defined edge
These mountains are my borders
Don't cross nature's mark.

When I met her, all she did was draw.
What I thought was creativity, was a message.
A plea for help, an outlet.
Her telling us she wasn't okay.

When I grew to know her, she seemed pessimistic.
What I though was overthinking, was seeing the truth.
Not pessimistic, realistic.
Her telling us she wasn't okay.
Her telling me, I was blind.

Now, I am scared to admit I don't know
Her favorite words to tell me are "**** me"
Her sense of humor isn't the brightest, this might be a joke.
It might not be.
It might be another plea I am blind to see.

In this ocean of emotion,
only one thing is clear to me.
I don't want to let her climb that tree,
I want to give her some time,
help her off this ledge I see
Let her think this through one more time,
Share it with her family,
get some help,
but then,
she just might
slip
free.

I see you everyday,
I hear you everyday,
I watch you everyday,
But it will never be enough.

I am with you everyday,
I work with you everyday,
I live with you everyday,
But is still isn’t enough.

I see your eyes,
your face,
your hands,
your hair.
Your clothes,
your walk,
your skin,
I desperately want more, but it is never enough.

During the day, you are with me.
Working
At night, you are without me.
Playing.

I hate it.
I want you to myself,
yet I don’t know how.
You call me emotionless
I call you an unobservant
You call me ridiculous
I call you rude

But then you unironically said I’m brilliant.
You said I’m fantastic.
That I’m amazing.
I’m a genius.

You are the first.

You are different.

You were different from the start.
I began to see it when we met and you didn’t hate me.
You are the first.

You are different.

I wanted a friend.
I took you unwillingly on an adventure,
And you loved it.

It healed you.
I knew it would.

I was jealous.
I took you away from your ‘friends’,
and you hated it.

It helped you.
I knew it would.

I wanted help.
I took you away from your job,
And you loved it.

It was your favorite time of the day.
I didn’t know that.

You wrote about us,
I wrote about ash.
You wrote about our work,
I wrote about perfume.

I told you what you wrote was silly.
I loved your writing.
I loved our flat.
I loved our job.

Now it has changed.

Now,
I
Love
You

There are legends about him
There are tales about him
Stories about him
Myths about him
Fantasys
Epics

He is the most well known legend
He is the most debated tale.
the most controversial story
the most recognized myth
most appreciated fantasy
most epic, epic

To many, that is all he was.
To others, he was history.
To some, he was their passion.
To me, he is more.
He is more than more.

He was so beautiful
He was so respectful
He was kind
He was fair
understanding
equal

But he was a person
With worries and fears.
He was able to lose,
was able to hate,
was able to be influenced,
able to make mistakes,
able to break down,
to grieve,
to fight,
to die.

My friend, my world shook when you were hurt.
My friend, my world was destroyed when you were taken.
I tried to stop it,
regardless of your hate for me.
**** fate. **** her.

My friend, you were missed.
My friend, you were cried over.
I tried to tell your lady,
but I couldn't.

Days past before I could move.
Watching you be taken before finally sending you away,
My friend, you were my world.
I had nothing left for your lady.

I have waited, and waited.
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Decades,
Centuries.

The once and future king has not returned.
The bloodiest wars have past,
It is time for you to return,
new ones are upon us.
It is mankind's time
It is your time
We need you.
I need you
my love.

To begin the journey, find the lines.
To continue, choose the colors.
To thrive, color the inside.
To end, cross the line.
a miscalculation
error, fault
mistake
free
-

I wonder if I had wings.
Would I fly?
Would I fall?
Would I use them at all?