I dream of a motorcycle.
Being a kid, I rode a bicycle
I wish that when I grow up, I would have a motorcycle.
using my imagination, pretending that I'm riding a motorcycle, as soon as I get enough money and my license, I'll have my dream of owning a motorcycle

Sirens singing, red lights on the street,
Colt’s blood on my hands, dripping bittersweet.
Sixteen summers—now the sun won’t rise,
Fourteen winters—tears freeze in my eyes.

He whispered, “Stay strong,” breath thin as smoke,
His voice was breaking, each word nearly broke.
I screamed at the sky, but it stayed cold and gray—
The gangs took my brother, stole his light away.

We are friends,
but not just friends, but friends with a past of dating...
To be honest, I want you back. I know I messed things up between us
, and I still love you.
I will fix myself for the better for you because I feel like our story wasn't over just yet.
I feel like the love we had for each other was inseparable. I loved our late-night talks and how you talked to me and my friends. So with that, please think about getting back together. Ii know you feel like it's hard to trust in long-distance relationships, but you can trust me because I am the most loyal and caring person you'll meet

The 2nd worst thing is having to hear your best friend go down the wrong path and become depressed.
He used to be blasting weird *** music and happy music, laughing and yelling like a little grimlin.
to blasting sad, depressing music, going silent for days on end, not being happy-go-lucky
He's only 15, going through hell, he's in a foster home, getting yelled at for no reason, and feeling like he'll never be good enough for anybody. He's only 15 and in jail for 3 years.... he ain't a bad kid, just misunderstood and has trust issues and trauma

I lied.
I will speed.  I love lane splitting & filtering.
I will rev at you for no reason.
I hate riding alone.
I love doing TF I want
I love touching death
I even love you, but I love the adrenaline.

At lunch, you’re there, right by my side,
With every smile, my heart can’t hide.
Your blond hair shines, your eyes feel near,
The moments with you are what I hold dear.

That knee brace rests, but you still stand strong,
I’ve wanted to tell you all along.
In our small talks, I feel it starts—
A quiet pull inside my heart.

Zach, it’s you I’m thinking of,
More than a friend—maybe first love.
If only you knew the way I see,
How much you really mean to me?

Why can't I have that high school love?
love seen in the movies,
I want someone to love with my whole heart, the type of love that is so sincere and so sweet and caring,
the person who'll be there for me through thick and thin and be my biggest supporter.
I want to be loved like no other, to be someone's crush and not just crushing on someone...

I dreamed of owning a motorcycle since I was 5; my dad owned one, and we would ride all the time. I
loved the feeling that felt like you were flying  
I loved the sound of the bike starting up and hearing the pops when he would rev it in the driveway. I loved the feeling of putting on my helmet and knowing that I was living the life, being able to feel every bump and turn on his bike

5 More minutes, please
In the first minute, I'll cry into your arms, I'll  tell you I don't understand why you're doing this. I'll beg you to change your mind, yet you refuse. I still think I can change your mind. Maybe if I reminded you of how many people love and care about you, all our hangouts.  
In the second minute, I yell I'll yell about how you're going down the wrong path and how this will affect your relationship with your older brother.
In the third minute, I'll beg everyone around us to call 911. I beg you to keep your eyes open and to stay with us
In the fourth minute, I'll sob, I can't keep it in any longer, you start to cry with me because you don't want to die, and you don't want to miss seeing me grow up.  
We enter the fifth and final minute, we'll ever be with each other again. I know you ain't got much longer on this earth, so in the last minute I'll hold you on my lap with your blood running down my legs and cry harder than I ever have in my life begging god to give you more time with us but thats not how life works some people die and we lose the closet ones to us   this time being my 16 year old best friend colt

I may have just started going to this school, but I've met one of my closest guy friends ever.
He is a grade below me, but whenever we get the chance to hang out and talk, it's the best part of my day.
We were just hanging out on the football field and decided to sit and talk under the bleachers. It was so fun.
Even tho some kids don't know how to mind their business because it was almost time to go inside, and we got up out of under the bleachers, and a group of kids said Ohh, what were you guys doing under there? " and I said talking.
  Thank you so much, Carter, for being one of my closest friends at this school. You're worth a million, and the best person ever...

Thank you for everything
Thank you for every laugh, late-night talk, and every smile you laid on my face without even trying.
Thank you for making me feel like the happiest person on earth in a time in my life when nothing made sense.
Thank you for showing me what love could be, and that I was deserving of love.
Thank you for loving me every single day and for letting me love you with all I had.
Thank you for being the person I so much needed by my side.
It hurts me every day knowing that I still love you and never stopped loving you, and even though you're in jail, I'll never stop waiting for you and for us to get back together. So with that, I'll wait 3 years for you to get out, and then we can maybe try our relationship again

You're my school friend, but so much to me and perhaps to you
What if I put my hand in yours?
What if I kissed you softly
What if I ran my fingers through your short blond hair?
What if you looked at me in the same way?
What if we were meant for each other
What if I told you how I feel
what if

You're my friend, but what you don't know is that I like you more than a friend.
The way we talk is amazing, the way your short blond hair looks in the sunlight.
  The way you make me smile and the way we talk when we have a chance to,

I don't know if you feel the same way I do, but I hope and pray that you do. Please feel the same way I feel for you, Z❤

I'm still in love with you.  The day you left me, I broke, but I want you to know I never stopped loving you. I still love you and miss you every day, and it hurts to know we made so many plans.

The day you left this world was one of the worst days of my life, hearing the words the doctor and nurse said while we were sitting in that waiting room, waiting and waiting to hopefully hear the words that you were ok. Still, instead, we heard the words that we never wanted to hear the words that broke me. The words were "we are so sorry, but we tried everything.  Then we knew that you were gone forever, when just a few hours before, we were all laughing, smiling, and happy, then we were all crying, asking why, why him? He was our everything, our best friend, my non-biological brother. I've never forgotten that night, the night when everything changed so fast. The gunshots that rang so loud through the street, the way the streetlight lit up, you lying on the cold ground with tears in your eyes, and while I'm crying, holding you in my lap, begging you to stay with me, and how I can't lose you.   I wish you were still alive. How I wish we had 5 more minutes. I want to tell you everything that's going on in my life, but heaven needed you more than we needed you. I know that you're watching over me, smiling, knowing that I'm doing well, at least I know you're up in heaven with god and the angels.

I'd say I've seen some beautiful days
I've walked countless coastlines, awoken on mountain tops  
I have seen death and birth and kissed good lips. I don't need a music machine telling me what a good story is, and as a matter of fact, I've never asked nothing from nobody  
I've taken my moterbike down the Pacific 101, and I have stood on top of the Empire State Building with my father.
I've learned that every waking moment is enough, and excess never leads to better things; it only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you, like breathing, and chasing, and slow dancing, and *******, fighting, and laughing.
I am unhinged and unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet; however, I am loyal to a fault to anyone I find kindness in, and I do not and will not fear tomorrow because I feel like today has been enough

And I got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone, and I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common, they're overdone and glorified and always leave you wanting,  
Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common, they're overdone and glorified and always leave you wanting

In Another Life
We made it just you and me, all the way to the end, with rings on our left fingers that only get taken off in moments of necessity
Hearts by our names in each other's names with semi-humiliating contact photos, we have a shared bathroom counter, left side for you and right side for me.  My perfume next to your cologne. We have a lived-in home, one with black and white photos framed on the wall, where we were smiling in the photos, not for them. And our couch has an indent where we lie watching TV before bed every night.
In another life, it's you and me forever, you and me until the end  
In another life, we didn't mess things up; we did what we promised we would do

I hope you know that I miss you.
Not a single day slips by without your name.
At night, I lie awake in silence,
still stunned that life could take you away.

I wish you were here. I hate being here;
The world feels colder without your light.
If heaven had phones, I’d call every morning
and whisper to you every night.

They say you’re at peace, they say you’re free,
And I try to believe it’s true.
But deep inside I’m selfish,
because all I want is you.

I replay the days we once had,
those memories burn in my chest.
If only life let me turn back the clock,
I’d hold you and never let go again.

They promise me time can heal,
but time feels heavy, slow, and unkind.
How can it mend what’s been broken
when half of my heart’s left behind?

You were sixteen,
And the world stole you from me.
I held you,
begged you to stay,
But the night didn’t listen.

Your laugh still echoes in my head,
your smile still burns in my chest.
Colten—
You were my friend, my brother.
And now I carry both our lives,
because you can’t.

We're just friends, but it feels so much more.
You just feel like my other home & I just want to be your's.
I want to be held in your arms.    
I want to feel your precise lips on mine, god,
I  just want you.
You make my day, and I seriously love you.
I wish you knew. I wish I could just tell you,
but I'm afraid that it'll ruin the friendship, and our friendship means the world to me. I want it more. No, I don't want anyone else but you. I
want it to be us against the world.
The number of times I just look at you and think "****, he's so fine" is crazy.
I wish you knew how much I want to be with you but you'll know here soon...

At lunch, you’re there, right by my side,
Short blond hair, country smile so wide.
Your knee brace rests, but you’re still strong,
Our talks at the table don’t feel too long.

I’m just a freshman, you’re a junior this year,
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too small, too near.
But when you laugh, it lights up the space,
And I can’t help but smile, just seeing your face.

Do you notice me, the way I do you?
Or am I just dreaming a maybe, a “what if” too?
I don’t know your heart, but I hope one day
You’ll feel the same in your own quiet way.

So I’ll keep sitting here, playing it cool,
Hoping this crush might turn into something true.

You were sixteen,
And the world stole you from me.
I held you,
begged you to stay,
But the night didn’t listen.

Your laugh still echoes in my head,
your smile still burns in my chest.
Colten—
You were my friend, my brother.
And now I carry both our lives,
because you can’t.