I havent spoken of you
Since the day you died
My baby sister
Ripped way
I couldnt save you
I should have saved you
You counted on me
I was your big brother.

The Crash
The car flipping
Once
Twice
Three times
Four

Mom and dad
dead before
we hit the cliff's
floor

I was only Six
you a mere three

You cried out for me
sitting in your carseat
BUT I COULDNT GET TO YOU
my little arms could not ******* reach

I failed you
I failed you
I'm so sorry Olivia

I will never forgive myself

You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                  ­                                                         I am coffee,
                                                         ­                        attention always bounding.

Your colour a milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                      ­                                           I am taken black,
                                                          ­                                           bitter cynicism.

Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                   ­                                                      None for me,
                                                             ­             I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
                                                   But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.

Ooohh
                                    you
got  
                  ­                  me
feeling some type of way
there's no  
you
                                    with
out
           ­                         me
hope you feel the same
cause there's no you
there's no me
there ain't no us
there ain't no we
it just cant be
don't you see
So why you tripping
Come on babe

Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head
I have a job to do to earn my bread
I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck
juggle with the assigns that simply ****!

Poems don't come streaming in my head
let me not lose bread in your mesmeric thread
I have hours of pouring over dead files
wade in the mire in painted smiles!

Dreams don't perch on my stooped eyelids
let me take care of my earthly needs
I have hours of works to pay for the meals
stuck in a rut that slowly kills!

Wishes don't freely on my heart land
let it not be lost in your quicksand
I have hours to cope with the burning
walk the fire on your singed wings!

Growing up
     is not what
it seems.

       That's why
there are
people in their fifties
         acting like
they're fifteen.

looked at you,
I didn't just look, to look.
I really looked at you.
before I even had the chance to soak you in,
my eyes were already engraving every detail of your face
into the back of my mind.
so now, when I close my eyes,

my mind says
"get over him"
and
when i try
to forget you
my heart shouts
"what the hell?
are you trying
to **** me?"
  -cute crazy-