"Life's too short to even care at all"
I sing over and over in this empty space
No I don't care, I don't care at all
Everything is finally in its place
I overlook the evil,
The twisted, the bad, the hurtful--
And see the brightness in all.

All of us have fallen once in our lives
And all of us have had our time to thrive
The flaws we see, are only in our eyes
And to others we are just as beautiful
As the of stars are in the night sky.

we danced and kissed in the rain
and suddenly everything was okay

in that moment time was paused

I will be waiting for the day
that we can forget the world
and press play--
in order to dance again
to that lazy, beautiful sway

scruffy plaid flannels
pink ring imprints
flakes of snow flurry
naked trees against the skyline

watching the sunrise
5 o' clock in the morning
worried looks, slight smiles
these things that are mine

I can feel you in my bones
the depths of my skin
the tips of my toes

nothing is visible
its all underlying
but still physical

this isn't just my head
its a craving, an ache
that needs to be fed

as the fuel starts to diminish
it eats away at my mind
until it's replenished

I know you think I'm crazy
almost everyone does
but that doesn't even phase me

I'm finally happy
and actually content
with you beside me

when I say "*******"
I mean it
because I've finally stopped

*searching

Falling apart into pieces
is what I do best,
but I keep enough of myself--
to hold others together.
My love never dies,
I never leave,
and I seem to care--
way too much.
I stay alive for others,
never myself,
because I am useless--
while plenty still have a chance.
to become beautiful
If I am the guide,
so be it--
I will direct and influence,
until they become--
the truest forms of themselves.
Because I want to be able to say
"I was a part of their life"
and if I die knowing that,
I know that my lives work--
will have been completed.

There are only a few things that make me feel alive
The pang of hunger
The feel of summer
And your fingers intertwined with mine

A breath of fresh air
The sweet nectar in the breeze
Birds singing in the morning dawn
Warm pavement on slippery feet

The dew in the grass,
The leaves on the tress,
The wind through my hair
And the sound of the bees

Your eyes locked with mine
Quiet noise and long stares
Staying up all night,
Not giving a care

The sound of the moon
The tide coming to shore
The crickets in the thickets
My heart is no more

I can't say
what comes to mind
when your eyes--
are locked with mine

I can feel my tongue roll
those few simple vowels
but my vocal cords
can't utter a single syllable

I start my sentences
but never end them
because I shun myself
into submission

I want to but I can't
so I will forever sit here
like there is nothing to be said
and my heart will be melting--

to just spit out those simple sounds