Bold enough to speak my mind
but i've let you cross the line
i didn't speak up soon enough
but i also spoke to soon
maybe this friendship
was only meant to last til noon.

They forgot to tell you it's not always easy,
that just because the ocean seems so
calm at night
doesn't mean it doesn't ache
for morning.
They forgot to tell you it takes time,
that weeks may feel like hours
and months may feel like years.
That it only grows deeper in patience
and stronger in absence.
They forgot to tell you it speaks louder
in silence than it ever could in words,
that it listens closer when my hands
talk to yours,
that it lives inside your bones,
and not inside your heart.
They forgot to tell you it makes you
weak at the knees,
and strong in the head.
That it can fill every broken crack,
and heal every open wound.
They forgot to tell you it will leave scars.
They forgot to tell you that you can
give it all away without ever having
it given back to you.
They forgot to tell you that is okay.
They forgot to tell you that memories
don't fade away.
They forgot to tell you that it hurts.
They forgot to tell you what it means.
I'm here to tell you that it's worth it.
I'm here to tell you that you're worth it.

I tried to drink deeply of the sky
the other day,
but lately I’ve been short of breath.
The air around me isn’t good enough.
The air between us isn’t good enough.
It’s too safe.
It isn’t pure.
It isn’t full of stars
and sunlight.
It doesn’t hold oceans
or forests
or peaking mountains.
It is air that is 2 weeks past its expiration date.
It won’t do.
I need more than the air between us,
I need the air inside your lungs.
So I will remove it with my own,
as you give me stitches made of honey
to sink into the cuts along my tongue.
I will carefully remove every last bit of it,
as it is the only thing that is keeping
me from drowning in the sea that
tosses within me.
It will keep me solid when my bones
start to evaporate.
It will fill each chamber of my heart,
pass through my lungs, and return again;
continuing to refill me.
I need more than the air between us,
I need the air inside your lungs.
No other air will do.

and I doubt that I'll ever be the same
because after I met you
everything has changed
and there has been some laughter
as much as there is pain
but since i met you
i doubt i'll ever be the same
you changed the way i saw the world
you changed the way i felt it
because everything was foggy
and then you wiped the glass
and now i can't stop seeing you
in every reflection
your face is everywhere i go
in my brain there's a collection
of memories i made with you
and now i can't go to the park
without looking for your face
because being there without you
just makes me feel out of place
i don't regret letting you in
trust me when i say
I would do it all again.

it's hard to care about education
when it's just drilled in our head as memorization
the system doesn't work when the yearn to learn isn't there
students mindlessly attending, but none of them care
testing is shoved straight down their throats
and the homework is piling and it's sinking their boats
so take note because things need to change
and priorities need to be arranged
i understand that teachers need to be paid
but the salary they are making is hardly okay
it's hard to learn when they have no passion
it seems like loving your job, has gone out of fashion
teachers are concerned about how much they earn
and that is why they try and get kids to learn
but if the teaching isn't genuine
our work is hardly benevolent
so reconsider how things are run
i miss the times when learning was FUN
but now curriculum is strict
and it pretty much constricts
our ability to care
because we are forced to be there
so how about not wasting our time
because learning without passion is a serious crime
and it isn't just the rankings that are suffering.

you still make me tremble
even after all this time
talking to you makes me shake
i was on solid ground
and you're an earthquake
now it's just the aftershock
i honestly thought that you forgot.