You are the dead air after the joke my friends don't get.
I hear your laugh in the spaces between my family's oblivion and my sanity,
the crevices of pointless conversations.
You are an envelope with no return address.
You are the first person I want to tell about my day.
When my dad asks me how school was, I can only think of how you knew never to ask me that.
They say the nights are hard when no ones in your bed,
but what about when you spend your day in bed because you can't bear another day of activities that don't involve them?
I don't miss you only at 2 am.
I feel the sting of you in the night but you burn me in the afternoons with even greater intensity.
I prefer to be alone because then I only see your smile embedded in my walls rather than the lack of it on everyone else's face.
You are the silence after Wonderwall ends,
you are the lack of " I want to write something like that one day".
I am reminded of you when the girl next to me at a Fall Out Boy concert is sitting on her phone. I know you would scream every lyric with me.
I think that's what hurts, the knowing, especially of the things you aren't here for.
When I cry to "I'm like a lawyer" it's because I will never hear your voice sing it again.
So no, I do not miss you at 2am.
I miss you at 2 pm when I realize that everything I am doing now will never again be done with you

I give this one thought to keep
I am with you still-do not weep .
I am a thousand winds that blows.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you stilt-in each new dawn .
            
Myriah young

Take me away to San Francisco,
where everything and anything that happens in my dreams exist,
where my dreams can roam free like the tendril of the ocean,
and secret smiles are shared.
When only the mist from a warm cup of hot chocolate
will disturb my thoughts,
when I can be free again.

The bay and the mountains met and clasped hands,
stirring around the quaint houses
and trolley cars streaming up and down like kites in the sky.
Where cerulean met emerald,
they looked into each others eyes,
and promised life and love for each other.

Together they have survived the worst of it all,
standing strong even now,
their bodies humming and alive,
beating and there.
Where music moves like a silent poison everywhere,
people like pieces of art walking down the street,
and shops like little treasure chests.

Please carry me away,
back to San Francisco-
the place of my dreams.

I want to write your words on my skin
So that they can be fully absorbed
And with me forever.

You told me you had changed,
You would treat me so much
Better than before
With your **** attitude
And your **** "love."

And when I called you a liar,
You didn't deny anything.

I’m trying to convince my friends that I don’t like you anymore and that I only think of you as a brother.
But am I trying to convince them or myself?
I close my eyes and see your ridiculous smile
I see you in the faces of my school mates
I see you everywhere
My heart aches every time I think of you
Is this love?
Probably not
Love don’t exist
I see the proof is my friends heartbreak and my parents fights
But how do you manage to make me feel like this
Get out of my head you’re driving me crazy
Stop it
You’re torturing my brain
This is an endless torture
You’re a personal devil sent straight from the fires of hell to torture me
To make my heart crumble as I listen to you talking about another girl
Feel my heart break into a million pieces and crumble into ashes as I see you with another girl
This is against everything that I stand for
I refuse to let this get to me
I will be immune to you
I will be immune to everyone else
I will be heartless

(s.a.)