You do not haunt me
I will not let you
I do not stay awake at night
Because of my thoughts of you
It's not because of you
It can't be
'What are we going to talk about, dear?'
'What's on your mind?'
They are asking the wrong questions.
They need to ask the right questions
I don't know how to respond until they ask me properly
'Who's on your mind, love?'
Oh, my love
How I miss you the most
Finally someone asked
About you
my soulmate
my forever
My what if
Because we are now
Only a what-if
What if you lived
And we were on the beach shore
what if
what if
what if
Oh, you're there with me everywhere
Save me!
I don't want to be here anymore
I scream at the top of my lungs
Maybe one day I'll see you again
I am going to live for you
You told me too
So, stop making me feel this way for doing so
Watch from the sky, my love
To my heart
I don't care
Just get out of my head
please
Maybe one day
please

On Sunday, Dad went to the ER
Today he's back home
On Sunday, he wanted to make us dinner
Today, I still wait to see who will
On Sunday, Mom rushed downstairs
To ask if we felt alright
Today I ask myself, "Did I feel alright?"
On Sunday, they left in such a rush
Today it's been a week since then,
And yet it feels like yesterday
On Sunday, I went to bed thinking
They'd be back that night
Today, I feel like suddenly he'll need to go back
On Monday, I left for school, believing surely
He'd be home when I got back
Today he's always home,
always there when I get back
On Tuesday, Grammy came over,
said she was going to give us the help we needed
Today, she's bringing my brothers home
On Wednesday, she left for me to take care of the kids;
Or at least 'til Serena came home
Today Serena is home everyone is
And it's a bit overwhelming
On Wednesday, Dad called us on a day like any other
I was called upstairs to talk to him
But instead of getting up and talking,
I sat for a bit before I went,
not wanting to see his sad face
Today I don't want him to see mine,
because I'm afraid mine might break
On Wednesday, I did go talk to him,
through that stupid phone
Today I want to run into his arms,
without being afraid of hurting him
On Thursday, Dad didn't call,
We didn't either
I didn't get to talk to him,
only got to find out he was getting better;
the usual
Today, it seems like a miracle,
He's walking like he never forgot how
On Friday, I got to see him at the place where he stayed
When I saw him, I wanted to cry
He looked so tired
When I had to say goodbye,
I never wanted to let go
Later that night, he came home,
Since the first time he left
Today, I wish nothing more than to have been there that night,
to have finally seen him come home
On Sunday, he went to a healing service
to help with the pain
Today, he feels brand new
I'm so scared that one day,
It's all going to happen again,
But this time worse
The Sunday that everything happened,
that day nothing had gone wrong; everything seemed so perfect;\everything until that moment
So, how do I know it won't happen again
That it won't all go downhill
That there will be hope for happiness
Well, I hope that day never comes

Speak sir your hair is crazy
Shout ma'am it isn't that hard
Cry out my love as the lamb hangs
Beg, scream, whisper
whatever you do
don't stop moving
verbal words abuse them and use them
read a dictionary and draw a line
In all the words you know
make sense with nothing there
show everyone what sane can look like
while you sit there locked in a white room
shake your head and sing the ABC
because the crazies get along
they all know that they're not the mad ones
it's the mice hiding in the wall
dressed in suits and speaking like dogs
expected to be treated as gods

Growing up, the church was the altar
Where I would look to and pray for a happy ending
Beg for beauty in my future
The altar is where you need to look
Focus on what's in front of you
Because the altar you see is all worship
It is the same all around
Nothing new to find
But what if I can't worship that altar anymore
I get no feedback
Other than the lies about my purity
I want to be my alter
I want to look at myself in awe
Cry because of its true beauty
I am my own alter
My body is mine for me to worship
To pray and beg for some beauty to spare for me
Me ,as in who I am and not what I look like
Because what I look like does not matter
My altar is a place of worship
Destroyed or put together, it does not matter
It is a place of worship
Temples in Rome have fallen and are still admired
So if I've been put back together bit by bit
I am still worthy of praise
But analtarr isn't meant to be worshipped alone
Bring others
Show them why
Look them in the eye,s I will speak
Bow down before me
Kneel at my feet
I am alive
I have taken all the hate you have said to me
I have fallen
I have broken
I have died
But I am not gone
I am alive
I am not heresy
I have built myself back together bit by bit
You may see me and beg for mercy
But I do not care
Your life is not mine
What you do isn't mine to decide
And thaltarer you worship
That is yours to choose
Where will you sleep at the end of the day
Out in the cold, waiting for a locked door to open
Or here with me in a warm bed and heat surrounding and growing,g never having to wonder if a door is locked again

Hi my darling
My clothes fit so tight
Bring your light to my day
show all your wild and fair
Singing to gods from worlds unknown
writing boldly and softly to your family
Lost and Found will bring
Glory to the lands
far and wild
bring our country along
Soon your timing will glorify us
But that is not what shall unfold for all

Rank me among the millionaires.
Demonstrate how to blend in
How to fade away when they start to look
And only once they've busied themselves with lies
I'll come out on top
Because I am the one who judges the rich
The poor and their charity
The rich and their shoes
Rank me with the broke, we shall all come out on top
leading together in victory

Do you remember
All the dandelions blown away in the wind?

Do you remember
All the waves that have splashed onto us from the ocean?

Do you remember
All the stars you would try counting at night?

Do you remember
All the cloud shapes you would make while looking at them in awe?

Do you remember
All the memories made when you were oh so young?

No, you don't
Because it all started slipping away.

Do you remember?

It must be done
It is due
And yet I walk away
Finding other jobs to complete

I cannot stop
The sides are crumpled
It must be finished
Before I can hand it in

You messed up
What are they going to think
I told you
You are no good

Get it done
There is no reason not to
Nothing has been done
And still, I have no reason why I can't

Lions flying above the clouds
Swimming around the sun, with fish chasing its tail
Dancing with monkeys through cities of people
Creating songs about its life was written
In the dark with a match and charcoal
Climbing atop the world on a snowy hill
Pieces of the walls were crumbling at its feet
Congratulating the floor for its dying breath
Tapping his shoes on cardboard with mice
Writing a rhyme with a quill and ink
His smiles are created by the trees you see
Blue, yellow, red, and green trees dug into the ground
Sway like hula girls on a rainy day, dancing through puddles

I am beautiful
I am unique
I am everything everyone compliments me on
I am talented
I am gifted
I am amazing at what I do
I am kind
I am generous
I am too nice at times
I am not what people have called me
I am not the lies I tell myself
I am not the thoughts that keep me awake at night
I am not my mother
I am not what I call myself
I am not me
I am not what I look like on the outside
I am what people hear when they speak to me
I am the sweet words of encouragement that I talk to you
I am sorry
I am sorry for myself
I am not my mother
I am not my mom
I am me
I am here
I am present
I am alive
I am not what I look like
I am not a failure
I am good
I am me
I am a promise kept forever
I am lied to forever
I am forever
I am living a life my mother would be jealous of
I am me and

with humour so broken
will i ever be fixed
to fit the standards
of everything you ask?

If my life were a book
I'd be written in and torn apart.
My pages are punctuated with a fishing hook
You may read it in the dark and the light.

My life will be a novel
No picture book found near here.
The writing sprawled in codes, so very hard to tell
All the words underlined.

If my life were a book
I promise to save each chapter for you.
It's the only part I travel to
Rereading parts of just us two.

Your name shall cover the book
Your life is what shines through the pages.
I'd beg for someone to make it while on my deathbed
And I shall be there full of life while lying there lifeless.

If my life were a book
Chapters one to ten would be torn out and missing.
It'd look more like a small notebook
With all the racing memories all coming and going.

The text of all sizes
From all the yelling and whispering.
From all the hidden faces
From all the cuts and now makings.

If my life were a book,
You'd beg to lock it far away.
To keep away from all it took
Even acknowledging it'll all still be at bay.

You'd tremor while turning the page
Except for beauty, only to receive ugliness.
With all the barriers that are brought with age,
You'd be faced with the opposing cages.

If my life were a book,
You'd wait for all the small parts within the lines.
All you had to do was look
You'd see the counting of the spruce tree pines.

You'd pray to read more
Looking for the music, laughter, and adoration.
Nothing about these things shall bore
You'd be far too busy looking for the dove.

If my life were a book,
It would be filled with mysteries.
But that's what made you look
To see that mystery and misfortune are more significant than a crown.

I would travel the world
With The Beatles
all around the sun
We'd sore around Jupiter
and jump between times

I would travel the seas
exploring the unknown
showing Ringo all the blowfish
while dancing on the ocean floor

I would travel to the heat
of the Sahara desert
trying to catch a gazelle
just for Paul to call his own

I would travel to Peru
gliding through all the trees
Finding the magic within the bush
to frighten John with a mystery

I would travel to a cottage
and watch the sunset
begging to catch a glimpse
of the sun in John's eyes

Once we returned home
to wherever we belonged
Our stories would be shared
through music and laughter
everywhere.

It's one in the morning
And I am still thinking about yesterday
The way your hand held my waist
gripped onto me like no tomorrow
And now I'm away from you
Three hours is far too long
When can I spend eternity with you
It's four in the morning
And I am still awake
I was staring at my roof
Think of our future together
The one you promised me
And my phone has just gone off
It rang twice before I realised it might have been you
I picked it up and answered
without looking at the caller ID
'Hello?' I ask, longing to hear your voice
There was no response
For a moment, I paused to think
He always tried to say hello first
'Hello?' I ask again, thinking it's just a trick
a sob
a broken cry
It was his mom
'he's gone'
no
no
He can't be
I just saw him
We just kissed
I can still feel his lips on mine
His hand on my waist
hand holding mine
I must have been telling her no
that she was lying
because she made the point very clear
through her broken sobs
'he's gone.'
I don't remember after
I think I screamed
yelled possibly
But I know my sister came into the room
scared out of her mind
I think she tried to hold me
I don't know because I'm outside now
It's raining
I can feel the rain
The trees are so pretty
I can't feel my fingers
I think I'm still screaming
I don't care anymore
Everything is dark but bright at the same time
like static
He never liked the sound of static
I guess I don't either
I don't know what day it is
My mom has told me it's been a week
His funeral is today
I need to show
I need to get ready
Get ready to see what is left of him here
She picked out a dress for me
The one he gave to me
I told her I needed to shower
I rid myself of this ick
I lock the bathroom door
Don't bother turning on the fan
I open the cupboard under the sink
My fingers graze the empty board
Then land on the smooth metal, hidden from everyone
I have not done anything since
since
Since he kissed me, scars
every onI
I turn on the shower
a bit too hot for comfort
But it's okay
The sting is a good one
i promise
I start drawing on myself
over the old scars, the ones barely visible now
And the ones that you can't not see.
Maybe they'll look away now
What a horrid beast
One that he loved
I erase the feeling of his hand on my waist
It's all I could feel
well i guess
not anymore
The way he touched every part of me
It's all I could feel
she a push harder
The sting is what I deserve to feel
I'm the one who should have told him to drive safely
Maybe then he would have put on the seat belt
When he held me still
As his fingers grazed my skin
everywhere and exist
I can't stand the feeling anymore
I try to scream
But nothing happens
Everything is silent
I can't speak
I have to get ready for his funeral
shampoo
I need to do that
My hands sting when I put them on
run it through my hair and down my body
soaking into the open skin
Staining the shower floor red
Imagine staining it red
I'm dizzy now
I guess I should have thought of that before
He said he'd love me no matter what
till death do us part
He feared not once
because he said that when I died, he would join me.
But he's gone
So maybe I can see him
I step out of the shower and out of the bathroom
walk past my mother as she bangs on the closed door
calling out my name
There's no use, my dear.
Don't you already know
Call him, and he will have better answers than I
I don't know where I am other than by his side
I turn around one last time and see her in the bathroom now
The hinges are broken on the door
She's cradling something
a piece of her life she held so dear
****** and unsavable
But at least we all know
I stained the shower floor red
because his favourite colour was red
because I wanted to see him
because I am walking with him to our hideout in the forest
because I am with him
And he is with me
Life is not worth living
without my soul by my side
And he was my soul
As I was his
He called to me
and I
listened

the mirror seems cracked and broken,
missing bits and pieces.
all I want is forever
with happy little breaks.
no curved edges
no bolded lines.
a calm breath
without a moment of worry.
long walls through the woods
leading the way to a pond.
the water looks so still and pure,
perfect before the storm.
I stand here naked before you, mother nature
so do your worst onto me.
shall I peel my skin from my bones
and join you beneath the waves?
the trees are howling,
the storm is coming.
please take me far away,
away from all this mess and hate.
if I cannot go
I ask only one thing.
please take all my ugly
and give it to him.
he said he loved my smile
all my ugly s within.
my scars and freckles
my lips and stutters;
he said he could get lost in forever.
he said he loved all these things
especially the ones I couldn't see.
he fixed my mirror
it seemed almost perfectly back together.
but I am not just those things
I am glorious beyond compare.
he liked only what he saw
maybe my words if I got lucky.
he broke this mirror
that I held so dearly
I can't see myself
through these still waters.
I walk towards myself
becoming one with misery.
so take me, mother nature,
give him all he loved but me.

I'm the sick one
The one who must find a better way of life
I have so many more opportunities
And I'm wasting it all away.

But when the lights are off
And it's just us two
The words I say
You don't seem to hate.

I should get a job
Nobody wants to hire a body that was used as a body
Such a talent wasted away
She could have gone somewhere in life.

But when we're alone
My body on yours
The actions are made
I don't hear you complain.

I need to keep that to myself
Nobody wants to hear about it
I need you to stay quiet
You don't need to say how you make ends meet.

But when you ask for more
of me
of my body
of my will,

I won't bring up what you've said
And it sure doesn't matter then
I am above the water
And this is what keeps me afloat.

Look at you all
Waking up every day
Hit the alarm and start another day
Why?
Eat, ****, die.
What more is there?
Laugh, cry, sleep.
Day by day, nothing will ever change
You wish for a miracle
That will never come

Just imagine
A future of wonder
Everyone belonged
Everyone's loved
And there is always food to eat.

Just imagine
All the land is green
fruits covering all the trees and bushes
Animals of all kinds.

Just imagine
A place of peace
Where lost Languages are found
Everyone feels loved.

Just imagine
Our lives now
No one can accept everyone
And we are running out of you.

Just imagine
Someone who wanted to do it all
Someone who wants to save our future
To want change.

Just imagine
It was you.

I never realised I wanted to die until I tried.
I lay on the road and waited.
My cousin pulled me off.
I didn't realize just how ****** up my life was until Idid.
'I'm concerned about your mental health'
The very first time in my entire life that I had heard those words.
But not from my mum. I dare not talk to her about this.
No, then she felt like she failed,
I am aware, but don't tell her.
You name it, I've tried.
I was bored and knew that nobody would miss me
Bleach, starvation, insomnia, glass, blades, hypothermia
And I'm still here.
The mark on my body remains, a show to me and everyone
especially my mum,
That I did it on my own
I got through all that **** on my own
without help
and am strong
a whole lot stronger than I may have seen
because I don't take **** from anyone.
I'll talk, I promise.'
I tell her this so she knows that I am trying
I'm burnt out now
My doctors, my dad, my teachers and friends tell me
I need to step back
I have done all that I can, and now it's her turn.
Doesn't anyone know that she won't?
Can't you realise that it's stupid?
She'll be my mum for a month at most,
Then something will happen, and I will be taken out on me.
I prefer it then anyone else, though's for sure.
My younger siblings will live in false security
As long as she doesn't take it out on them
Look my way, mum,
I don't want to die
But I exist and do not live.

My mother had too many children.
Me, at 23
and the last, at 32.
Adopted two, whom I love so very much
Eight children
Seven siblings
Eight, including the one who died;
So I guess nine siblings.
My older sisters were fostered when I was two
Adopted when I was nine.
So they get the leeway,
Not me.
Why would it be me?
I am the test subject
'Let's see what goes right and wrong with this child
and we'll use this information for the rest.'
They pushed me in school
home too.
I always needed to be the golden child
they could show off
and talk about to the rest of the family.
But then I messed up
I went downhill
and they said it was my fault.
I needed to do better
What was wrong with me?
I should be fine.
We never spoke about the bad ****.
Not once did we speak about what we were struggling with.
Because that is not okay, I must be okay.
I slipped and ended up in the hospital for two weeks.
Met some great people in the children's ward.
Great people struggling with similar **** as I,
But we didn't do grippy socks.
The floors were too *****.
We've got to keep our shoes on.
I had to take out my braids,
My mom helped me and complained the whole time.
'Why did you have to put in so many?'
'How many more could you possibly have?'
'I told you, you should have taken them out sooner.'
I turned down social services when my doctor asked.
I could have been free.
But I am and was living in a false world.
Reality is broken eggshells and glass on the floor.
She doesn't want to make me mad because I might throw a fit, and she thinks I'm going to beat someone up
because my thoughts are apparently my actions too.
I am not the monster that you call me behind my back
You are not the monster either, mother dear.
Father doesn't need to defend you anymore
Stockholm syndrome is a curse, and I will not fall for you like him.
You are not a monster.
Inhuman maybe,
Creature unfit for love, possibly.
But not a monster.
I am not a clay mold you can shape to be like you,
But not like how you turned out.
I will not be unemployed,
I will not be in debt like you.
I will talk
Preach my voice far and wide
Loud and quiet.
Even if it shakes.
And you can hear me, Mother dear.
Listen to all I say.
Be offended and angry
Distraught and disappointed.
For I do not care.
If I am in such a fairy tale like you say,
I will not let you take away my happily ever after.
I will get the man of my dreams.
And he will fall for me and not for who you say I am.
Come to my wedding if you must, but know,
It is my father who walks me down the aisle, not you.
And it will never be you
Because I am not you.

I sing Happy Birthday to You
knowing I will never gain a response
Yet I still sing
You'd be ten this year
Even if you're six feet below

I can't keep hiding you
all in the darkroom alone
Someone is going to find
All the secrets you have
Please keep quiet right now
all of you till morning
I'll feed you more secrets
Just let me sleep, please
I might even open up
The door won't stay locked
I might be able to promise
You can trust me, really
just as I do you
My silly little lying friends

Will you love me as I love myself?
Will you show me what was left?
Between us two, I do love you.

I loved our picnics at the top of the hill
With the sunset as our future
I wish we walked in the morning more often
With the dew still resting on the leaves
I pondered if we'd ever dance again
With the rain falling throughout the streets
And now all I ask is that we remember
all these beautiful memories
Maybe just maybe
You could remember me too

a monster unable to grow anymore
With talons grow out, cut and embedded in its skin
with hair thick and thin
hair of all types put together into one
on this beast.
It prefers to walk in socks
and keeps them on while it sleeps.
its legs are long
Taking up the majority of its body.
constantly going from thin to thick
Its stomach is a pouch
hidden and shown when weak
shoulder broad and unable to be ignored.
sensitive to the noise surrounding it
But will cry, beg, and raise their voice once agitated enough
it stares at its reflection poking and prodding at oneself
So the mother doesn't have to
It yelled and fought with itself
just to figure out what enough is.
Hair covers its body.
top to bottom.
teeth cracked, missing, and disfigured
half its face paralysed
scars covering its entire body
just as much of not more
than the hair it's carved in.
You will not be able to look at this beast
without wincing at its ugliness.
Picture this monster.
This monster is me.

What is the point?
Please, everyone, in the hope of their hating you last
Keep quiet so you are picked on last
You are at the very end of the one
You will last the longest
It's the mindset that you have
But is it just?
You breathe in, hoping the oxygen never runs out
And yet you will still die
One day or another
Why not wait it out
Wait until the last moment
To tell someone
To show someone
To be someone
And yet you will die
Inevitably, one day or another
It's just a waiting game
And yet you'd rather be last
To see how brutal it will be once death gets to you.

You'll remember me, right?
The one you promised to explore the world with together?
just you and me
against the world
I understand why you were jealous when I had another friend
I get it now
all of it
But do you?
I want you to be happy
That's all that matters to me
And they all seem to make you happy
You talk for hours about them
about how you are going to hang out with them
about how you are making plans with them
where you're going together
and promising me
to tell me all about it
But never inviting me along
never inviting me
never calling first
I feel bad
I know I shouldn't
You said I have nothing to worry about
together forever
Nothing to worry about
wanna hear what I learned about today
Want to hear about my day
Want to hear me talk
wanna talk to me
wanna look at me
please
Talk to me
I sound desperate
I promise I'll keep our promise even if you forgot it
its okay
i promise
We all forget
even when it's our promises in life
You can't live without me,
But you're doing better without me
Go live your life, I won't hold you back, I promise
You don't need to feel bad, that'll stop you from flourishing
I don't want that
I'd rather see you grow than we both grow
Or me holding you back
You want to be a nurse?
Promise that when you see me in the same hallways
at least
the very least
Please don't glare at me
Look the other way
I don't think I can look you in the eyes if you decide to try and lie ot me some more
I promise I'll remember the times we hung out
walked around and talked
I promise I'll remember these things
When you can't
When you won't
Just know that in an instant
I will come crawling back to you the moment you ask

You were watching this movie
alone in your room,
And after one or two scenes,
You realised that the plot of the movie
It was exactly like your life  
Even the names of the characters were taken from your life.
What is the mystery behind this?
What is this I see before myself?
I mock all my mistakes.
The details are engrossed
Who can see this?
I didn't mean for my life to look like that.
This movie that I can't tell
If it's truly a joke
Or I'm just going crazy
I've always wanted to see what I was like
In other people's eyes
But this, this is just wrong
I wasn't that nice
I didn't deserve that chance
Why are they all so nice?
My mom wasn't that rude, right?
My dad did care, can't you see?
They loved me, maybe this movie was wrong
The film is filled with details of my life
The detail is so accurate that I must deny
It wasn't that bad
And maybe it was
All those people who asked how I am still alive
How am I still so sweet
After all that pain
It was normal, I was alive
I am living and seeing myself live before my very eyes
I can see what people said about me
What they thought about me
Yet I do not understand
Why do they not hate me as I hate myself?
I feel pity for this character
Who seems to impersonate me
Such a beautiful woman
reenacting such a horrid beast
But the show must go on
showing what everyone sees but me
Maybe I can find out
If I get that happy ever after
after all
Maybe I will see myself
Watching the sunrise in the early morning light
Who knows this about me?
Who has decided to show me what my life was really like?
Who would know this just as well as I do?
I know it was me
Between sleep and awake
I made this happen
And as much as I will cry and yell at myself for it
I needed to see it
Through the eyes of everyone else.

I have never been more in love with the thing I know shines for anyone but themselves

I need someone who will love my scars as much as they love me.

She glided through the forest
making sure all the twigs were broken
And all the pretty leaves picked off the trees
She ran on the field chasing chickens to catch
She rushed through all her grandmother's things, finding the best and refusing to take it off
She made sure the sky knew her name
She knew the buffalo as her friends
And her doll is the one she could take to church
She knew her passions
She had no weaknesses
She had a glass of warm milk before bed
With the same book every night
She begged to stay
not wanting to go home
home, where her mom was
home,e where she couldn't go through her mom'sjewelleryy
home, where she was caged within a yard
home where there were no fieldsorf forests
home, where it was prayer, and straight to bed
home
a place she never thought of at home
because her home was outside
Her home was the jewellery she went through for hours
Her home was those leaves she collected and gave to her grandmother to put inside books
Her home was warm milk and a book about animals being themselves
Her home was her grandmother's
Her home is her grandmother's
She demanded the window be down in the car
She is me
I am she

Focus on me
Not on them
Or what they are saying
Just you and me
Breathe

An elephant is our UNCOMMON
Each sad, word-filled NOVEL
Inside the COMMON caterpillar's lungs
Our KIDS' mouths rot YELLOW
Under the WASTE hidden within

A butterfly can't breathe today
Enter flowers, gods hear insects
Instead, jumping kangaroos LOVE sanely
Outside, rotting TEETH dance around
Using trees, hiding from bears

A group of children fail
Education isn't teaching our minds
In our heads, it's empty
Onward we march without simplicity
Unless we learn our basics

Hey, my dear,
You belong here with me.
Your time on Earth isn't up yet.
You still have geese to chase,
Trees to climb,
Please don't give up on you.

Did you share when you were younger
All the gifts you had received
Next to the kids you didn't like
I know I never shared with them
Every child before me
Little did they know I was the one bullying them

The only thing given is to write.
Day in, day out, not given a break.
Will I live like a bear and honey?
I am living the lie that I've constructed myself.
I steel myself with diamonds in the mines
No matter my decisions, I must take decisive action.
My lie has dismantled what I accept.
One day, I will accomplish the lies I breathe.
The sun shines even at night, just as it does in the morning.

I know you said it wouldn't have been weird if I told you.
But what would that be about?

When I told you your voice was miraculous,
When I told you you were so very talented,
When I told you that you're personality is amazing,
When I told you I liked our hugs?

All of it or some?
Could you be a bit more specific?
Would you have told me to simply walk away?

We're not as close as you are to your friends,
We just kinda talk when anything comes up.

Could I listen to you sing or sing for hours?
Could I watch in awe as you play the guitar?
Could I talk to you forever just because?
Could we hug just a little bit longer than we did before?

Your hand just wrap around me and I feel safe,
My world stops and starts anew
Every time we touch
Hold me forever, please
And never let me go
Gosh, how I wish I could tell you all this.

But I know you wouldn't ever have eyes for me.

I sit, watch
not you

To give without reason
Kindness out of curiosity
Why not?
It had to have a reason.
No reason not to as well...
Expecting nothing in return except for a simple smile
Maybe a thank you if we're lucky
But that's not what I did it for
I did it for you
Because I have no reason not to
And you seem like you'd enjoy it.