I'm exhausted.
I'm physically and emotionally drained.
I find myself looking to nowhere, thinking of nothing, empty
and I still don't know where all these tears are coming from.
I'm not mad, I don't feel rage, I don't feel anything,
nothing but this sharp pain in my chest that comes and goes,
and the sudden knot in my throat as the smallest thing reminds me of you.
But no, I'm not mad at you. Stop asking me that.

I've got no friends where the sidewalk ends.

i look for your face between the crowd every morning
even though we don’t talk anymore
you still feel like home to me

i think about you every morning
on the way to school
during classes
on the way back home
and every night

you will always feel like home to me

You were an effervescent bubble on your bad days
A delicate touch, a whiff and you would burst into tiny unwanted droplets
Ruining the beauty of the view
Leaving us astray

You are both my purpose and my audience.

I know what I want,
But I'm not sure it's what you want, too.
It's almost obvious,
the whole world thinks I'm in love with you.
What you do to me,
boy, do they have no clue.
I don't want to show them what you're like
or why my eyes light up every time I see you.
I'll just keep it to myself
until I figure out what to do.