When I am less than I once was,
But more than I used to be.

I know it's ridiculous
To wish every word you write
Was about me.
But that doesn't stop me
From wishing and wishing.
Reading and overthinking,
Sinking deeper,
Refusing to tread water.

I plod along,
My padded paws muffling my steps.
The trees form a canopy,
Leaving this space devoid of light.
The only sounds are of my footsteps,
As I slink through the shifting shadows.
Here and there a set of glowing eyes flash,
And close once again to avoid prolonged detection.
Then, through a break in the leaves above,
The moon shines proudly,
Sharing the light that was given to her by her lover the sun.
I drink in the moonlight,
It sustains me.
But I make sure to take only what I need,
So the moon can share her lover's gift
With the world.
And I howl in thanks.

If we could forget our downfalls,
We would never learn from them.
Remember,
History tends to repeat itself
Unless we work against it.
Maybe that's the issue.
Through trying to forget,
You forget to listen to your heart.
Maybe you need to do your best to remember.
Remember the good times,
The lessons learned,
And all of the little things.
The little things mean the most.

Have I been forgotten?
Erased from your mind,
Because of this single obstacle?
I know you see my writings.
I know you know what they mean.
Do your eyes glide past them,
To avoid the words written there?
Do you not want to finish our story?
Is it coming to an end,
Here? After we've tried so hard...
An end without an ending?
Are you walking away,
The leading role,
During intermission?
Am I supoosed to dazzle the audiences myself?
Singlehandedly?
A story with a single insane character is bound to be a disaster.
So instead I'll sit,
In the middle of the stage,
Back to the audience,
A notebook in one hand,
Knife in the other.

I'd just like to make a point,
To a certain person out there.
You make you perfect.
It doesn't matter the exterior packaging,
Though society demands a "pretty face".
Society can go to hell.
Beauty is defined by the individual,
And absolute beauty comes from within.
And let me tell you,
You're stunning.
Unchain the floodgates,
Let your heart and soul wash over those nearest and dearest.
Whosoever keeps you warm at night,
Should do so for love and caring,
And not because of how you look.

#You

Goodbye.
Somehow I realize,
I always knew this would happen.
You're too unpredictable.
Too used to being the bad girl.
You enjoy it too much.
And a naive boy
With a heart full of love
Doesn't change a ******* thing.

When you spend time with old friends,
Those that you've know since,
Before you can remember.
That mean everything to you,
And have been there every step of the way.
When you realize the next journey,
Must be taken alone.
That you can't all walk the same path,
It tears you apart.
I've never seen my best friends,
Cry before tonight.
And I'm hoping,
This isn't my last memory of them.

Good Morning _.
I hope you slept well.
Just lay in bed and relax for a minute.
Don't stress at all.
Just listen to the leaves rustle,
And the birds singing outside the window.
Close your eyes and feel your heart beat,
And know you've made it through another day.
Things do happen, but when they're over,
We get so much stronger.
I know you'll fight through,
And you'll make the whole world catch those hands.
Remember to smile, it really does make the world a better place.
And know that there are people who love you
That are here to help you through.
Get going and kick some ***.
-Mike

I can hear you.
I haven't faded to that extreme.
Yet I find myself weary to respond.
I realize the trouble I caused for you.
And I don't want you suffering because of me.
Loneliness is a curse.
But it's not half as bad,
As knowing that I'm the problem.
The warranty is expired.
There's no fixing a broken soul.
And I've decided to spend a lot more time
With my friend Misery.
She loves my company, after all.

Hindsight is torture,
It provides all of the answers,
But those answers are useless.
You realize what could have been,
But isn't.
What you should have done,
But didn't.
And in that moment,
You realize,
There will always be regrets.

Pretty words,
And they rhyme.
You almost had me convinced for a second.

You dared to bare your soul,
Expecting me to turn tail and run,
To grimace and turn away.
But instead I comforted you.
I assured you, we all have scars,
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
I will stay if you let me,
I'll be your sword,
Your shield,
And maybe...
Your home.

E,

The dusty book of matches rests innocently on my bed-side table, beside a book and a clock. On the wall hangs an old photograph, of a time better forgotten. I sold the truck because I couldn't deal with the memories. My school diploma sits desolate in a forgotten drawer. These objects all have one thing in common. You. But you don't even know the madness you caused me. I got you through breakup after breakup. We graduated together. You told me you loved me. Then you left me lifeless in a heap upon the floor. Know this...
She's everything you could never be. And I'm happy with her. Maybe someday I'll explain, but I doubt it. Because though I may not do much to spare people's feelings, I pity you for being so ******* short-sighted.

Hypothetically,
From me to you.

M.

I've often wondered
How easy I am to read through the screen.
Between the lines and along the letters.
What is it that jumps out?
What becomes apparent?
Can you tell who I am?
What I look like?
Or am I as mysterious as I used to be,
To a certain person?

I don't know if you intended sarcasm.
If you were trying to make a point.
Or if your goal was a scathing remark.
Regardless,
I have changed.
The world is no longer as bright a place.
I have known pain and loss.
Though I know it is not comparable to that felt by some others.
The world is cold and unforgiving,
With small moments of happiness mixed in at strange intervals.
And sometimes I struggle to find the strength to push on.
I'm not a Savior or a miracle worker.
I'm no longer mysterious.
I'm still naïve at times.
Still have moments where I cry.
I'm not perfect.
Nor am I the same as I once was.

An apology is not necessary.
I simply required clarification.
I'd just like to say that I agree.
The only problem is...
I don't know who I am anymore.

Once again my brain and heart warred over what to say,
And the garbled half mutterings seem to have hurt you.
Well of course,
Why did I expect any different?
It always goes downhill when I talk...
I need to stop talking.
****.

I've slept away my years,
Tucked into a plexiglass capsule.
The computer constantly plotting,
And calculating to get me home.
I dream of home,
Of my family and friends.
Of those that will be gone when I return.
I make use of tesseract travel.
Because a straight line
Between two points
Is not the fastest way
To cross the distance.
Instead I cut a hole on each end of the road,
And stitch them together.
I travel faster than light.
Faster than thought.
Faster than the musings of Gods.
Interstellar travel is uneventful.
At least if you're inside the ship.