my bank account is low
society labels me poor
but why do i feel so rich
when my hand is in yours

Parts of you and pieces of me,
broken bits and shattered dreams
mean not what they aren't meant to be,
but instead the things they ought to seem.
And yet somehow I do believe,
that dreams are just our yet-to-be's.

I want to be the words you write of a poem
as much as those of which you speak of
I want to be your rants in life
oh, let me be those endless thoughts you have

I want to be the tune you hum as you walk down the street
the adrenaline rush you get from running
the sound of hello when you see your old friends;
and that tender hug as you bid them goodbye

I want to be the the strings of your guitar
or better yet your precious violin
let me be the music in your ears
let me echo inside your head
and be the that sweet sweet melody
that gently lulls you to sleep

I want to be that 5-minute nap after a stressful study
the pause you make when you're weary or sad
the bonus scores that make you pass exams
and that guilt-free food you indulge yourself in

I just want to be those simple things in life
which brighten up your day,
and make you feel alive
in every possible way

I don't need to be the reason why you live
nor the reason why you love
I just want to be what makes you truly happy.

I don't live in
a black and white world,
but there are days in which
my pallette is ******* up.

Love and passion
are no longer red,
but hues of grey
fill my soul.

Blues are no longer
beautiful,
but are muted versions
of angry self-loathing.

Nature is not reflected
in pastels,
but my mirror is broken,
for no light exists
in the shadow it creates.

If I truly cared to believe
that the grass is greener,
I could learn to look past
all the melancholic colors.

**** me goodbye since that's all you came here for
lock the door
nobody knows they can't see
we got so high we smoked trees
we called it a forest fire
you stupid, ***** liar
we smoked til I cried and begged you not to leave
I swear I'm not as crazy as I seem
we coulda called it making love
if we didn't hate each other more every time we ******
we coulda lasted for ever
we coulda been real special