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i see you in my future
i see cupid shooting laser beams
i know the feeling isnt mutual
but
ill see you later in my dreams
in my dreams

i see you when i daydream
when i'm sitting at my desk at school
you taste me on your cigarette that you smoke
'cause you think you're cool
you think you're cool

the only time
i had the world
in my hands
was when i held yours
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you let go of me
like threads
on an old button

no longer intertwined

you were once my support
you held me together
you held me tight and close

slipped from my grip

you said everything
happens for a reason
i saw it as treason

you never gave me a reason

you betrayed your
own heart
love

how can someone so beautiful
be so hideous
on the inside

that

I will never know
The last day I had an encounter with someone I truly loved, I held on to their hands tightly and slightly pulled on the sleeve of their coat. A button on the sleeve came off easily since only one hole was supported by the thread of the coat lining. I kept the button. I had struggled to be a part of this person's life for almost four years. Each hole on the button represented a year. The last year was the year I finally had to learn to let go.
Jealousy was the
ugliest thing ever
created

even God is
a jealous
one
Tweets can be poems too.
next time our eyes meet
i will tell your subconscious
  to keep me in your dreams

clouds are weird
usually we can feel certain things
but
not see them

with clouds
it is different
we can see them
but
not feel them
From my 10 day trip to Texas and Mexico back in May 2014.
i
am
human
just like you
grew up confused
fused into a small hole
quite the ***** up
but focused

we are all like lines

i build escape plans through words
every time I find myself stuck
i find escape within me
i find escape in books
i took from my imagination
and drew inspiration

we are all like lines

lines guided my curvy path
life was a little like math class
nothing but memorization
strangers act like they don't remember that we were once friends
last year, last month, last night
or
in the past life

we are all like lines

some of us
meet with someone else
and we intersect once
we make contact
and touch
but funny enough
we never really touch
on an atomic level
our atoms repel

we are like lines
perpendicular
and
never cross paths again

but some of us
meet with someone else
never make contact
or
touch

we are like lines
parallel
we go on forever
but
never intersect

we are all like lines

i saw lines in the way i manipulated
the pen
the pencil
the brush
the spray can
i spray my pseudonym on your wall
well
because I can

the paint
dripping from the walls like
blood streaming down my eyes
the pain

a distraction that
kept me alive
kept me awake at night
kept me away from the safety of my home
but also
kept me away from the dangers of my home
a contradiction

i was living in the streets
the days i never came home
i was living in the streets
the days i never came home

i saw lines in capturing moments
the symmetry in architecture
in nature
i saw myself as a temple
a monument

we are all like lines

i saw lines in guitars
and
how i can change the sound each string makes in endless ways
but in reality
the guitar changed me

it changed the way i tune myself

i finally felt in tune with the world

the fire was inside me
when i took the first breath of air
the water was inside of me
science and religion  
i was never thirsty

the earth is really old is all i know

growing up i never learned

never learned how to say no

always afraid of getting old

i forgot the lines i forever rehearsed

the day my mom found out i smoke ****
my eyes were low
and
so was
i

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