It hurts...
When someone makes a list of last regrets and you don't even earn an honorable mention.

Keep rolling,
Along with banging beats
And revving guitars.
Spit your verse,
On a backdrop of savage expression.
Keep rolling,
Don't let the pain of the past
Ruin your delivery.
Take a deep breath.
Keep rolling,
Like I know you will
Even after I'm gone.
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling.

I walk a slumbering city,
Shuffling through an endless inky cloud.
90 minute walk to the house.
I can't even call it home anymore.
Home is where the heart is
And my heart can't even find itself.

There you were, standing alone
So I decided to make myself known
That was on night one
We laughed, we danced, we had our fun
We met another group and played a game
Where no two rounds were the same
Then we said our goodbyes and promised each other another day
When we would meet again and together we would play
We wandered aimlessly
trying to find places to be
Trying to keep ourselves busy
And failing quite amusingly
I read some poems to a crowd
Trying to not curse myself aloud
As I stuttered through one, two, and three
And hurrying off of the stage happily
And not long after, out of the room we flee
Again, lost with nothing to do
I look over and think about you
So we go and set up a game that took forever to load
And that action itself sent us speeding down an interesting road
After a while of musings and waiting
I place a bet to keep the ball rolling
I won and claimed my reward
But to my surprise I got more than was bargained for
So we went back inside and we finally played
The game we waited on that was hellishly delayed
And after that we went to your room
And it was far more than what I first had assumed
We showed each other videos, laughing at jokes
But growing ever bolder as we came very close
What started with the bet outside turned to something more
Definitely more than what I bargained for!
We played with the same group later, yet again
And after a while found it way past ten
So we regretfully dragged ourselves up the stairs
And wondered if any of my roommates actually cares
About how they know I feel about you
But there was nothing I could do
So we kissed once more and said goodnight
And by the last day to my terrible fright
You had to leave sooner than me
And at first I thought "This couldn't be!"
But I calmed down and faced reality
As well as built up some hope to keep happy
That we'll meet again
And when we do, I hope as more than close friends

People say,
"If you won't love yourself,
no one will."

But
most of us
fall in love with the
broken ones

Frantic for freedom,
It fidgeted in that cage.
Then it pecked at & clipped its own wings/feathers.
One by one, every day.
It assumed that when there would be no wings,
There'd be no freedom to crave for.
And that it would be able to make itself believe
That the cage was in fact, its nest.