You ever think you’re tired of paradise? Honestly what’s the difference between here and the afterlife? It’s not like you’re trapped, you can go wherever you please, see what you want to see, honestly the only thing holding you back is earthly attachments. A job, a house, a car, there’s too many bat-**** people kicking it here waiting for the sequel like that’s gonna be better. Honestly ask yourself if the difference between here and heaven is a wealth of positivity why’s it so impossible for you to be happy down here? I think the answer is clear, you’re tired of paradise.

I’ve had enough of love,
The sitting around wondering what you’re thinking of,  trying to act like I don’t care when the truth is I just wanna be there next to you, I swear it’s true. from now on it’s just me and you so let’s put it all to a rest and give love our best guess at a first date, ‘cause talking to you is a gift I just can’t take, but when I do I feel like I need to wake up from a dream. I can’t even bring myself to think that maybe just for a second this is real, the way you make me feel got me second guessing at the best thing on earth, you make all the trouble worth it. I think calling it love is cheesy but in other words you’re perfect.

When all is silent I find myself sad. Not because I am alone, but because all I have to keep me company are memories of you. Memories of what was, the reality of what is, and the dreams of what could have been. In another life, being alone with you would be a happy moment, instead I am left alone with the silence of memories.

For you I would forget,
Like I did so long ago,
I’d cast my love of poems away,
The one thing that I own.

For you I would give up,
This gateway to the soul,
If it means that I’d forget,
Emotion’s heavy toll.

I’d let it all just melt away,
Like I did the first time through,
I’d do anything to replace your name,
With the face of someone new.

To whom it may concern, my friends and family who will no doubt wish to say goodbye, say it now, and I will hear you.

Say it now loud enough for me to hear and know how much I meant, say it now so we can smile in this moment together.

Say it now like you’ve always said it since forever and realize forever isn’t that long. Forever was a minute at 8, a block away at 10, and a mile apart at 12.

Forever away can be the distance it takes for a friend to realize they miss you, or it can be gone in a moment with one phone call.

Forever is all the time it takes to get from here to there until you blink. So if you ever find yourself thinking forever away is too far, take a look at where you are, remember how it took forever to get here?

Forever is always near so don’t you ever forget about the memories we made together, those are yours, forever.

Sometimes it’s the worst thing in the world,
The subtle death by silence.
To see you and another drift by years apart,
Or months or days,
When you live for the moments all too brief,
Where hello never means as much as goodbye.
Sometimes it makes me cry,
I shed a tear or two, and just a few more,
For the friends washed up on other shores.
I trace their names in the sand,
Never wanting to let them go.
I’m a sentimental fool,
Who lets his feelings show way too late.
But if I could I’d say it with all the feeling in the world,
Please don’t go...

If I’m being honest; I say that a lot. Maybe it’s because I can’t tell the real from the not. I can’t tell the difference between my thoughts and yours, but if I’m being honest; I’ve said that before.

I’ve said it all though; I’ve said hello and goodbye. I’ve seen good angels fall from the sky, I’ve seen a grown man threaten to die on a whim, from years of neglect because he said; nobody loved him.

I’ve seen a good friend, stay just to go. He turned to say “Sorry” met with “I know.” And with a sad joyous sigh, he walked out the door, saying goodbye; but I’ve heard that before.

I’ve heard all the sayings, the
“I love you’s”, “I do’s”,
followed by years of domestic disputes. I’ve heard that I’m nothing, I’ve felt like I’m less, and I’m sure that sometimes, I seem like a mess.

But I’ve seen from this life, all that there is. A small kind of greyscale, of hate and of bliss. I’ve seen of this place, all that I can, And if I’m being honest; I’ll see it again.

But before I do that I have to sort out, exactly the facts, from maybe the doubt, and stop saying the words like I’m afraid to be hurt. but if I’m being honest; I’m afraid it won’t work.

I’m afraid I’ll be stuck just trapped in my head, reluctantly writing the things that I’ve said. Talking of angels, of love, and of hate, I’m afraid I’ll be saying the same old cliches. And if I’m being honest; I think it’s too late.