Forgotten, broken, mourned. Remembered, fixed, celebrated. Some stay forgotten, Some always on mind. Some forgotten to be remembered, And I remembered to be forgotten.
Are Brutal Harsh And juicy-tender, like Punched oranges Lovers Are, The Lambs, The Warriors, of this world, Lovers Are, The impossible, cruel people, Because you can't stop them, You can't help them,
Trying to be normal it's always a fight Working harder than most seen as weak Not a lead doing lead roles standing out Want a healthy relationship everything so complicated Health issues just want to enjoy life Eat without worrying How it will effect the body Self destruction has taken its toll Doing more positive and creative things Tired of arguing with others tired Trying to get along they are holding a grudge
that paper is made of 15,000 fibers, each of which are deserving of being heard and listened to, every story being another piece of fabric that’s critically important, that he so intricately seeks to pull apart.
I went to my friend almost afraid to expose the need I found as I read the book, not knowing if he would be deaf to it. As I spoke of my father who was not there to show his boy how to be a man I recounted my losses and the load of grief I felt.
My sadness clung to me a heavy suit of chainmail on a dark knight. I could feel my face drooping in lamentation unable to be the smiling grinning buddy I normally brought to the room.
Seemingly unable to enter into my pain, my friend, a man of great intellect, character and conviction, responded only with a litany of his own. I tried to listen but my burden made it a mighty climb.
Now I know my pal is only human and I am wrestling with my self sweating MY deafness.
Anything I desire I swear it to the moon Desires me back I craved you I wanted you I needed you I felt you I touched you I heard you I saw you I loved you And yet people says that You only exists inside my head Sunshine’s If true You’re the most alluring memory That I’ve ever created in a lifetime.