I could write for an infinite amount of time, but never would I ever be able to find the right words.

To explain how the earth and the sun collide to create an explosion of colors across the sky, how the moon fell for the sun when it lives among the stars, or how there's a galaxy inside your eyes and there's a fire in my soul, and how we could burn brighter then the sun.

If only I could find the right words; My love.

When you asked me how many times I've fallen in love.
I never told you the entire truth because this time around
The truth sounds as a lie.
Once was the amount I gave you, and you knew that you were the one I was talking about.

I've fallen in love a countless amount of times.
In ways in which wouldn't be considered true.

Such as the way in which you guard yourself,
The ways in which a smile will dance across your face,
The way your eyes always hold a secret I have the desire to find,

How your hands always seem to find the crevices in mine to fit ever so gently,
In which your hair is so easy to become messy,
The way you laugh,
Even the ways in which you read,

How your handwriting is a sloppy scribble that I love to decode,
The sound of your voice when it's dripping with sarcasm,
The ways in which you discuss your favorite things it's as if a child on  Christmas morning,

I've fallen in love with all the small things.
I've fallen in love a countless amount of times;
Always with the same person.

Everyday there's something new I discover;
That I'll find myself falling in love all over again,
And it's always with you.

Growing up I was told stories of love and life.
Of princesses who were swept off their feet by their princes,
A world of castles and dungeons.
With dragons and horse drawn carriages.
That whenever you met the person you were meant to be with that your heart would race, palms would sweat, and knees would go weak.
Or that you'd feel calm, no anxieties or insecurities.
I've slowly realized that the fantasy stories aren't real and that princes are not the ones to be looking for.
That when you love someone completely it's not always how physically close you are with them as people assume it to be.
It's when silence isn't awkward it's peaceful and comforting. To know when words aren't needed is a powerful thing.
How their laugh can just make the darkest days become the best.
To be able to talk like best friends but know that this is something more to each other.
That you can trust the other with anything. It's not a word taken lightly when you love someone.
A lesson well learned by many.
But I believe that no matter how long you've been with someone that when you fall in love with someone.
You know. It's not something you just assume. You truly and honestly know from the bottom of your heart that you love them.
The best feeling is knowing they feel the same.
They're not royalty but they're all you need and more.
That's the difference between the stories and reality.

Have you ever wanted to stop time?
Do you think about it every day?
You see there's this moment that I wish I could just freeze.
When everything is quiet and it's just you and me.
You're holding me close and everything just becomes serene.
You're smiling I can feel it, your hands I can feel against my back, your head right next to mine and while I bury my head in your shoulder.
Please tell me you don't mind if I just stay here a little longer.
Because this heart has never once fluttered so violently.
As if it were to leap out of my chest and make a home next to yours.
I want this feeling to stay, but time always continues.
It's something we always keep track of.
But I just have to ask.
Can we get rid of the hands on the clock?
That way we'll never be able to tell the end from the beginning.

I've played your games.
The last move remains
And it's something everyone knows no one wants to do.
How do we end this and go our separate ways without really losing each other?
Because this piece of me that loves you refuses to let go.
And I've seen this game end in only the same way.
Again and again.
I've always picked up the pieces, and you've always come back to play.
You cheated, you lied, and caused only pain.
There wasn't love here.
Telling myself I wouldn't do this all over again.
How many times those words I repeated.
They've never been carried through.
So here we sit at this game of chess.
I'm moving my piece and it's check mate.

Humans are canvases.
We were born with nothing.
No knowledge of anything.
A blank canvas per see.
We had gained knowledge as we grew and we still continue to.
We hold a pencil and create faint lines in the beginning.
With the more knowledge we obtain; the darker the lines become.
The more mistakes we make; the more the eraser winds down.
We create this beautiful picture,
A story that isn't ever forgotten;
We can make the creation we want.
We make our own decisions.
If we make a mistake it can be fixed, and yeah sometimes they can't be fully erased but that's the best part.
When we've finished the creation there's much more to it then meets the eye.
We know the imperfections and we know the story.
This is where the terrifying part comes in.
Others opinions. They label it, they point out the flaws you never saw, they tear it apart piece by piece, but in the end. Your art will be in a museum and they'll still be working on their creation; but their story will never compare to yours.

Oh dear soul
Please quiet your constant thoughts;
For they take my sleep,
Steal my dreams,
And scatter pieces of me.
To distant places beyond my reach.
Falling apart while trying to be my own hero,
Or maybe I'm a victim;
Who doesn't want to be saved.
Oh dear soul
Leave me be!
Before you take my sanity.

I have stolen lives
Of the faces that don't have names.
With only words to serve as their memories
And as every page goes to create a different story.
To become friends with a person who can only exist between these lines.
A whole new universe to explore that will never be mine to call home.
I've ripped and plundered,
created and destroyed
all these strangers
who have become my friends.
Within these pages I have
built a home
for all the souls inside.
.
So if I were to ****** a person
in any kind of way;
it is here they would stay
among the pages
where all the old souls
remain.

It’s as dark as the brightest hue, Nothing gold can stay so the dark, Creeps into view,
And I am haunted with thoughts,
The thoughts are of you,
Your smile,
the smirk,
everything,
It’s all you,
Scattered thoughts and shattered hearts,
Nothing can ever stay,
Because even the brightest hue,
Will fade away,
Like remembering Sunday,
I’ll fall to my knees,
As hell greets me,
I believe that this,
Is as dark as the brightest hue,
But I can’t find you.
You weren’t gold,
You aren’t perfect,
But you’re gone now,
And as I think of you,
You were as dark as the brightest hue,
Hidden in the shadows,
I found you.
Scars on your wrist and legs,
With your suicide date already ahead, I got on my knees,
I begged you to stay,
But you told me,
“I wanted to fly but I was too scared to try.”
I never knew you meant to die.
.
You aren’t the darkest hue,
Or the brightest,
You aren’t the sunrise,
Or the moon in the sky,
You are when the moon,
And the sun fell in love,
With you being the moon and I the sun,
We are as dark as the brightest hue. As you creep into view,
I love you.
More than our darkest hue,
So now I fly,
I’m no longer afraid to try,
And now I know,
Nobody will know I meant to die.

Across a room he played; there were no lyrics. Just chords not formed into a melody.
Across a room she stared out a window reluctant to congregate into conversation with society. Her thoughts screaming over the voices.
Only they thought they'd never become what they'd became. With each day passing by and the crowd growing so little would the chance come.
Across a room someone had just caught his eye. How many times had she'd been there? How many more times would he have to catch her attention... If only he could cross the room and speak.
Across the room from the corner of her eyes was a haze of a shadow. If only she could clear her mind, to see if maybe it's all just a daydream. How many more thoughts would keep her eyes from being clear.
Only would time ever see; to unfold a story of where only a set of strangers could ever meet. In the different views of their beliefs.
Across the room he played. He played, and he played. Hoping to catch her gaze he played the notes to form a melody. Hoping she'd decode the notes, so he wouldn't need to speak.
Across the room where only silence was heard did a new experience peak. A glorious melody she heard. A little out of tune but so perfectly imperfect it was hard to believe.
As they looked into each other's gaze they finally noticed. Something was there but what was being said. Only their souls could tell.
Across the room he looked up at the girl who was beyond his reach. The last chord came close and it was almost the end of the show. His hope was dwindling down to her wishes for an encore.
Across the room she tried once more to clear her mind. The mere shadow isn't what her mind tricks her to believe. She knows the notes and she can see the message in her head, if only she could see.
With the last light growing dull and his fingers growing tired had her vision become clear. He looked across a room so familiar to him one more to find she was no longer there. She gazed at him from the edge of a seat pulled in front of the stage where he sat on the edge.
Across a room so clear she abandoned a corner where she dwelled away from society. His melody so imperfectly perfect could she finally see. He could not speak.
Their eyes had a conversation across a room and the time has passed where they couldn't tell if tomorrow was today or yesterday.
In the front of the room was a couple that even though unlikely was a fatal match. He made melodies in place of words he couldn't speak and she finally spoke the thoughts that were killing.

I'm alone at night with only my thoughts. A terrifying and comforting thing. Yet at this time I'm left to wonder if you're asleep as well.

As the stars come out to dance in the night sky while the moon holds a beautiful symphony. Can you hear it?
My whispers between the wind? Asking to dance with you before this night ends. Or how I'd rearrange the stars to get to where you are.

So as the night continues to grow I'm hoping you know. That even though the night is eerie time. It's the thought of you no matter how far.
That never stops to put a smile on my face.

These thoughts, these thoughts,
Will spiral down the rabbit hole.
Upon thousands and thousands
No one can see inside,
These thoughts, these thoughts,
Such killers of mine
Call past the time,
That can no longer wait
How deep is this grave?
These thoughts, these thoughts,
The blood that runs through our veins,
Your skeletons in my closet
Are secrets of twisted fate.
These thoughts, these thoughts,
Oh how intriguing.
The thought of how;
If you could read my mind,
Would you be smiling?

Under city lights in the dead of night,
With the winter winds whispering against our cheeks,
As the stars come out to play,
With the buzz of cars in the fade,
Walking along these empty streets
I've come to term with the demons
That reside within me.
As you walk beside me I've started to notice the tempo in which you speak,
The melody of your words strung together so effortlessly,
How the pitch of your voice changes on various topics,
The feel of your hand holding ever so tightly onto mine.
And when our eyes meet yours hold a sight far more beautiful than the city's skyline on a starry night;
The moments I've wanted to last forever have never held the same euphoria.
As this is now and time can't stop to let me save this to heart without a constant battle of space,
The only place in which you reside within me.
So under these city lights and wondrous sky;
I'm trying to make this moment last for an infinity.

Where does the road end?
All these cars traveling
But to where I wonder.
The street lights gleam ever so brightly,
And I can feel the steering wheel in my hands.
Where am I going?
I used to know,
Now I don't.
This road isn't what's racing through my mind.
It's you.
Sitting beside me.
Where you should be.
What happened?
Where'd I go wrong?
I can no longer remember my way home.
I've been driving for so long now.
This road is endless,
And that's all I'm searching for.
The End.

Nobody moved,
The world at its stand still,
As the girl who watches,
Her own mother lowered to the ground,
She no longer can remember her face,
All she remembers is what she found, A cold,
Lifeless,
Pale skinned,
Bruised and beaten,
Black and blue,
Red and white,
Were all the colors in the room, Nobody moved than either,
As the first tear falls,
Revenge,
And anger,
Take its toll,
She crumpled to the floor,
Not even a goodbye,
She can no longer make it right,
Can’t turn back the clock,
As much as she wishes,
Time has been forbidden,
Nobody catches her,
The world at its stand still,
She doesn’t want to remember.

I could write and write for days
On end
But never would these words
Even begin to explain
The thoughts that scream inside my head.

Those days when we'd laugh and argue about the tiniest things. When you'd look at me with endearing eyes, and how I'd fit ever so perfectly in your arms.
Hours would become minutes. Where'd the time go?
The nights we spent under city lights just talking with our eyes.
When we'd walk so far we'd get lost in a whole new place with a different skyline.
We made the city ours within a matter of months.
The bitter air chilling my bones and you throwing your arm around me and holding me close.
To keep me warm.
I should've known you couldn't stay.
The truth spilled after the last anniversary.
The look in your eyes said things I'd wished I'd never had known. Now I'm understanding how you'd have me avoid one side of the city.
Tonight I'm staring out at the horizon of a different night.
On a different side of town.
Holding myself to keep warm.
I'm trying to keep the tears from my eyes because they cannot speak.
While yours are probably holding her gaze and telling her all the lies you'd ever told me.

I want to paint with the clouds,
Create a design so grand among the sky that even your God will admit it's profound.
With my words I want to design a life worth living for you and I,
Make all your dreams come true just to see your weary eyes smile again.
These broken hands of mine want so much to construct things for everyone else but me.
No money in return just a smile on your face can turn all the darkest days into the brightest,
Your eyes on mine give me such inspiration that to call you my muse would be unworthy.
Every last word could not express my need to give you the world just to save you before you leave me.

Dear Alice,
The cards have folded, and I have yet to see where all the lines meet. There's this madness inside of me and it's rather troubling you see? Well I guess you don't for you can't think like me.
It's unfair of me to presume you can understand my madness when I can barely grasp it myself. I'll lie to save my friends from catching on but I can't trust no one but me. My dear oh sweet dear Alice there's no one madder than me.

Play these broken keys, and create a beautiful melody.
That will put the heavens to sleep, and hell at ease.

If broken pianos can still play such a harmonious tune then why are you ripping your music apart.

Note by note,
Staff by staff,
Why?

.

You've created such a masterpiece that I've been trying to put back together.
The music that fills your lungs is stealing my breath.

It's alright though because you deserve it, and while I put back together music.

Note by note,
Staff by staff,
Then did you tell me.

That its not the music that's ripped.
Or the broken piano keys,

But the creator.

There's a hole inside me.
I've learned to hide it to the point I can't even tell.
But on nights like these it bothers me.
How tiny I feel on this huge earth.
The pain of reminiscing memories that come back to haunt me.
Left inside thoughts that drown me.
They won't allow me to sleep.
If I were to sleep the nightmares will wake me.
Only if I could have you right here
Next to me.
Or to talk to me in someway.
I don't know how I can explain any of my missing pieces but all I know is.
If you were here the entire puzzle would fade away.
I could rest peacefully in my dreams.
As long as you held me in my sleep.
Then this hole inside me would cease to be.

I'm curious to know.
How much you wonder
about me.
Because I'm curious to know
You a little bit better too.
These trees hide my secrets
But never keep them.
They are blown away in the wind.
Do you hear them?
If you just listen you can hear them.
I can't hear yours.
But can you hear mine?
Just listen to the breeze,
Between the trees.

These rose petals fell away and the sky had turned gray.
Those flowers that held such beauty had lost their meaning.
She built a wall between the garden and herself.
Brick by brick on the edge of everything she's ever known.
She no longer sees the sky or the flowers.
Waiting on unrequited love to break the boundaries.
For these walls to fall, for these fears to disappear, to see the sky waiting beyond the clouds, and to finally persevere the life given to her.
But what waited before her was a door.
Little did she know that everything she wanted lies behind what she built around herself.
That there was no more blood on her roses and there was no darkness in the sky.
Her unrequited love for life was just waiting outside.

On this bar stool I sit staring down the empty bottle in front of me.
The Jazz music is fading out, and the intoxicated people slurring for another drink is getting old.
If it was a different night, and I wasn't by myself it'd be a different atmosphere completely.
The drunks would be funny, and the music would move my feet.
But it's otherwise tonight, because I'm watching the drops of water fall down the edge of my drink.
I've only had one but it's enough for me to feel tipsy.
To the point you'd be here laughing at me.
Only because you swear I'm the only lightweight you know.
This bar holds so much more then I'd ever realized.
There's fragments of us all around this place.
The girl beside me trying to draw me into a night with her.
In my head it doesn't sound so bad, but I can't say anything.
I'd like to apologize but I'm so focused on the circle of water at the bottom of this bottle.
She'll leave eventually.
As she finally gets annoyed the door opens.
The bar attendant welcomes them, but it's all becoming a fuzzy mess.
There's a touch on my shoulder but it's not the same feeling as it should be.
As I turn to see you. I'd realized how much of a problem I have.
You smile at me but it doesn't meet your eyes.
Those blue translucent eyes that are of so lonely.
They're the color of water, and I'm afraid of drowning in them.
Only because I can't swim.
You sit beside me, and push away my drink and get me something different with a no alcohol.
But you get yourself something intoxicating and tell me that I need to let go of the addiction.
Oh god how those words hit.
Because I'd never realized that it wasn't the drink that intoxicated me.
But it was yourself that did; it was all the memories, all we'd been through together.
So finally I set down your drink, and I get up to walk away.
From this bar stool where all these memories haunted me.

As though an unfulfilled moon, the missing piece of her complex puzzle was empty, and all the last resorts are being thrown away. They'll no longer work. The one thing to complete her could also crush her completely, keeping her alive on a tightrope, she couldn't sleep at night for the daydreamer had nightmares in her sleep. Her dreams left to creep in during the day while she was wide awake. His hand held hers tightly as to not let go, his music saved and soothed her but their time was running short for her nightmares were killer. So as he lied next to her broken pieces he'd been trying to fix. He wanted just once more before she crumbled to have one last dance before he could no longer hold the soul he loved most.

In this tranquil room you ask where I want to start.
You know how this all started but not how it ends.

So I'll begin from there, because if I think of all the moments we shared in reverse.
It no longer hurts.

If I rewind our story you slowly fade out of my head and there's room for someone new.
So when you ask me where I want to start.

Can we start at the beginning of the end?

I've lost it.
My once clear mind is clouding up again.
There's a missing piece where you should be,
But you don't see that.

You can't see how much simpler things are for me when you're near.
So just once more I ask of you.

Hold onto me,
Don't let me go because I can't stand on my own.
I'm breaking down with all these demons inside me.

So hold me closely and they'll fall asleep.
Then once more I can feel at peace again.
In your arms, where I find what I once lost.

It's not such a simple thing to explain.

How the sun rises in the most beautiful way everyday,
How the moon never truly leaves the sky after midnight,
How the stars become hidden by the blue sky and clouds everyday.
Even though they're hard to find they're still there.

Or how when walking through a crowd I'm hoping somehow you'll find me.
I know I'm not the most beautiful, and I'm probably not that makes you truly happy.
But give this a shot is all I'm asking.
I'll teach you my ways and you can teach me yours.
Share this piece of yourself with me and I'll do the same.

It's not such a simple thing to explain,
But just let everything drop and realize that no matter what.
I'll always be right here waiting and I hope you don't mind but I'd be happy if you'd do the same.

Throughout our journey I've come across a thousand different beautiful things.
And than there's a light inside of you. So bright and endearing that none of these beautiful things compare to such a light.
Nothing can hold such elegance. With words that can't comprehend to explain, how you belong in the sun.
Out of all these beautiful sights, you're the one I can say ignited something within me.

This street has been roamed down by I too many times.
Alone or not I've always found myself right back here.
On this street, on this bench.
Just watching you.

You mindlessly staring at the sky.
Drawing, writing, or just watching the lives of us walk by.
You're always there.
Just right across this street.
How curious I've become, how I've wondered if you've seen me.

Could I cross this street and begin something known as friendship?
Yes, but friendships come and go for me.
I want you to stay.

So I'll remain here across this street, on this bench and watch you. Just as normal; while you float away.
Into the space of your mind. Where I would love to know if I'm there,
In your thoughts.
As you are in mine.

I've collected pictures over the years.
Of all my friends I've made here.
I've put them in frames and but them somewhere safe.
Some are hidden away.
Though there's one frame that's empty.
It's for you, but you don't know.

I know we've never spoken but there's a connection across this street.
That brings me here daily to see if you're here too.
But as I wonder about you and stare blindly into space.
Lost in thought do I bother to notice. You see me too.

Under this dreadfully dark sky.
You called out to me,
and in all your glory. You told me.
"Lets create holes in the sky; where the stars should be."

I used to wonder where the world began.
when maybe I was asking myself the wrong question.
When did my world begin to turn?
There's this tiny infinity inside you, and you've created something inside me.

So under this dreadfully dark sky I had come to realize.
That between you and I;
your abstruse thoughts had calmed the words swimming through mine.
Every last word.

A stolen Echo,
A cry A plead,
Nobody can hear her,
For her screams are Echoes,
Which are stolen from the darkness, Where she lays,
A silent nobody,
Anonymous,
A faded dream,
With a black heart,
Cold as ice she lays,
Nobody heard her pleads,
They echoed far away,
She came so far,
They thought she was in the clear,
.
It was a lie,
So far deep in darkness,
Kind words,
Gentle touches,
All turned to static,
Now she lays buried,
Can you hear her echo's?

Hiding, Running, and becoming breathless.

I'll hide at the edge of something that will eventually **** me.
I'll run to the edge of my boundaries only to lose my way.

Soon enough there's no where else to go, and there you are.
Waiting patiently for me.

I've been stumbling around and guarding my heart.
These cage bars that lie inside me, and I don't have the key.

Holding on to something I should've let go with the breeze.
Caught against the tides of the waters that were drowning.

But I was trying to gather all these bits and pieces of you.
So I could keep you with me wherever I roam.

Little did I know that the journey would get so lonely.
Time would move slowly.

Running and running from a past that's haunting me.
I kept running to find someplace safe.

But I always ended up back at the beginning.
To redo everything all over again.

How long you've waited has finally told me.
I should've left everything to be; so I could finally be me.

While you are you; then nothing ever becomes something else.
So now I'm no longer hiding.

I'm running to you at full speed.
Where my past turns to dust, and there's nothing haunting me.

The cage door was opened, and you held the key.
As your arms surround me, I become breathless.

I'd finally found a place to call home in what lies between you and me.

Inside the darkness.
It's quiet here, it's lonely.

I cannot see the stars,
I cannot fathom where my thoughts are.
Then there's you inside my head.

On this haunting feeling.
I can sense you, and as I'm wandering you're guiding me.

But I must be hearing a ghost because I can't see the end.
Others tell me I've gone mad.

I don't mind because as long as I can sense you and hear you I'll be okay.
So guide me to you.

In the darkness of my mind.

Fall is coming to an end and Winter is coming in.
She's gathering branches from the trees, and all the tiny leaves.
She'll pick them up and carry them home, and when asked why she'll simply say.
"I'm bringing back the warmth from when he left me in the spring."

Staring at a blank white ceiling,
A blank white wall.
Nothing drives myself more insane then this.
There's so much potential that lies before me.

Yet no one has touched it in fear of an imperfection because somehow imperfections are ugly?
When were we ever told that?

No why were we ever told that?
These white walls are so plain and simple.
Where's the color?
Where's the expression?
Where's the emotion?

Where's the story waiting to be told on these white ceilings and walls?
This is where I don't understand how graffiti is a disturbance when it's art.

Yes the inappropriate ones I understand, but there's so much more great pieces of art that are labeled as graffiti then the disturbances.

There's nothing wrong with any of these things. The white walls or white ceilings.
Sure perfection is a nice, but so is imperfection.

I guess this all winds down to the corruption of our societies teachings.

There's a hole in the story.

When sky and earth would meet everyday, and the moon would stay among the stars.

Just watching the sun slowly fade from its reach.
And just as the moon would meet the sun there was something different.

There wasn't the same beauty as when the sun would meet the earth.
For the moon loved the sun, and the sun loved the earth.

Neither did both know that the stars loved the earth, and the earth loved the stars.

That the stars fell for the earth hoping that one day they'd finally collide, and create a whole new galaxy.

So my dear please tell me.
When will we ever finally meet?