As I’ve grown older
The butterflies of curiosity
Have grown a cold shoulder
To the garden of my life
That burst of pure admiration,
Lust, and playful fascination
That makes me feel as if I were young
A state of mind only achieved through
The eyes that see right through you
A smile so spontaneously contagious,
One the heart can’t escape from

I don’t want to be a lost cause
Cast in an ocean of liquor,
Leaving my heart even sicker
Than a puppy missing two paws
When you look at me I gain hope
For a different me
The old me,
The one my mom cries about when I visit home,
My sister, brother look up to me alone
So why am I wasting all this potential…
All this may seem infeasible but
With you, I would be unbreakable

I've left behind what was once in line,
Countless demeaning remarks,
All forgotten, except "I'm done trying."
Words won't leave you dying,
It's whats behind them that sting like poison darts.

Every morning on my way to see her, and everyone I knew,
I passed two chairs, translucent, that you could barely see through.
Looking back on it now, after all this time
I can compare the curiosity, compassion,
the peak, and downfall, line by line.

Those chairs endured the most beautiful of days,
to the days where I felt as if I were in a maze,
Lost,                         dazed
One day a chair ripped, from the foundation.
I threw away the second one along with it,
One chair was wrong for every situation.

Hours become minutes, when you embark
on each second with no intent on finding out
where you'll end up, without a doubt.
I wonder when I'll get lost,
because I'm starting to regret the price I had to pay,
by refusing to stay, would be the ultimate cost.

One million raindrops, sprinting along the window,
Chasing anything and everything.
It's sad to never hear the stories,
Ones that you will never know.
Like one of those raindrops,
I too would live a life of ignorance.

One billion raindrops, diving down
Proving to themselves that they would never drown.
While you sit l comfy in your chair,
Remember those ideas, that you could never share.
Talk about that past, like it's nothing more than the present,
Live your life to the fullest, don't ever resent.

Just know that everyone you pass,
Is undergoing countless problems,
Ones that hurt, shove and harass.
Everyone's fighting a battle,
That you will never, never know,
Like those changing raindrops, raindrops that change to snow.

Running. Across the open green,
Mindlessly chasing, to what would seem
Like a pebble to this small world,
Nobody that knew him,
Could say his story was untold,
Because I could love to tell it,
Since I was two years old.

Every Saturday morning,
A stench filled the air,
One that was as awakening,
As a surprise that was so unfair.
It was him, cooking while we remained sound asleep,
It didn't really bother him,
He was the provider of this keep.

One won't realize what they have,
Until it is gone, o so gone.
He was the best dad,
That words unspoken toward him, couldn't even fawn.