exaltation, exasperation
that's how were separated
in our nation
the happy stick together
and the fed up stay alone
everyone's always on their phone
miscommunication is
the cause for most things
we would rather text
instead of give them a ring
that leads to hurt people and
hurt people hurt people and
if we could help it
would we stop being sheeple?
we've become familiar with this
intoxicating life of
never thinking twice and
thinking you're above
but in "reality".. If it can even be called that
were all the same
whether or not we know the names
of the people that surround us
fact is, someone surely found us
and put us together for a reason
maybe we each represent a different season
that would make sense wouldn't it?

you were that one blinking star in the sky i had pondered on for hours when i was a child just to discover that all stars twinkle and you were no different from the rest

sls

He's someone of the past. You thought you loved him then.. but now he's gone and you're overwhelmed with desolation, lust, grief, appreciation and you CAN'T shake it. He's everywhere. Everything reminds you of him. Each bench swing you see, greek food, willow trees, hearing that song come on unexpectedly, the color purple. and why is it that when someone says his name across the room, your brain refuses to understand, for just a minute, that anyone else could have the same name as him. You go mad over the fact that every blue eyed, shaggy haired boy you see in this god forsaken world could be him. So you gaze over there for just a bit longer.. until you notice something about that boy that, so obviously, separates him from yours. You get mad at yourself because you should have known it wasn't him. Anyone else that knows him would have known that right away. And you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up like that. What would you have even done if it were him? Walk up to him and say hi? Hug him? You'd probably break down and cry no matter the response he gave.

sls

are you still blind?
you'd run into a pole with your eyes closed and call that poetry

sls

I picture you in a coffee shop. sipping on something hot. You're occupied on your laptop, there's a little book right next to it with a pencil (not mechanical). You seem very at peace but... concentrated. You look like you know what you're doing. Maybe you're writing an essay for school. Maybe you're a writer like me.

Whenever I see you in my head, I'm never involved. I'm watching you from a distance and I don't think you notice me. I don't think you ever will. It's up to me to make the first move. It's up to me to say something intriguing enough to peek your interest. By the time I meet you, I wont be so worried about what you may think of me (unless I happen to remember this moment, that is). I'll be sure of myself. I'll know who I am by then.

"This is what I was afraid of... that it would feel normal." he says

about an hour after waking up next to me

sls

why do i fall in love with people for the simplest little things?
like the way they say certain words
or that little smirk they do when they get nervous
maybe it's because it reminds me of something from my past
or someone
lately i've been trying not to think about things so hard
one night stands
the looks people give me at the mall
you
you
you.

****

It hurts a lot. It hurts so much and I know you're never going to understand why it hurts me but just know it does. It's ****. And I'm crying. And i don't know what else to say besides that I don't want to loose you.. Again. And again. And again. I know I don't act like I love being around you but I do. I'm just ******* stupid. It's been so good just having you back in my life and talking almost how we used to and I thought we might actually get back to the way it was before it all. But no. I'll try to deal for awhile.

Maybe it hurts so much because it makes me realize that I'm not even half of what you are  to me as a person. as a feeling. as an inspiration. I hope I handle it better than I have in the past and I'll be preparing for your absence. Again

sls