I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget

She saw you with another girl
I guess you were never mine
But I felt special in your arms
now I know other girls felt the same
Always on my mind, I only hear from you when there’s no others
But I don’t blame you cause I wouldn’t choose me either

the truth about summer
is that it always departs.

the truth about summer
is that is always comes back.

and you, like the summer
would always depart,
but the truth about you
is that you never came back.

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,