All it took was a glance
a quick look out the corner of my eye
I was spiraling
I didn’t know
what to do
what to say
who to be
who you were
at that moment
so much time had passed
we were different you and I
both of us lost in this big world
not really sure what to do
one of us more so than the other
you seemed okay without me
but I wasn’t okay without you
You purposely hurt me
flirting with other girls in front of me
taking names, numbers
we were supposed to be “friends”
even though we could never be friends
we liked each other
or so I thought
It worked so well
but failed so hard
Im stuck on you
and a glance was all it took.

You are the wilted flower in the sea of the dead…
The last beautiful sign of a world forgot –
Your beauty stretches beyond the words,
Tipping over the cliffs of tongues,
Crashing into the abyss and swallowed –
Eaten whole,
Forgotten…
You are the last droplet of sun,
Kissing the horizon as you asunder from the day –
Leaving your taste in the sky,
Painted with the colors of your soul…

you are my wonder,
you

all i can not figure out,
you

all i think about,
you

last night i dreamt about,
you

last week i lost,
you

this week i want,
you

my hope is all,
you

my life is,
you

light at the end of my tunnel,
you

star in the day sky,
you

savior of mine,
you

heart breaker,
you

one who loved me,
you

wanted to marry,
you

didn't want to lose,
you

had a choice didn't choose,
you

fell in love with,
you

had no option but,
you

saved me from defeat,
you

stuck me on repeat,
you

held my breath around,
you

let me heart be free beside,
you

wrote a poem just for,
you

sang a song for,
you

cried all night about,
you

died inside from,
you

caught myself after,
you

fell back for,
you

took for granted,
you

regret,
you

love,
you

miss,
you

need,
you

want,­
you

you
you
you.

Words cannot describe the way I feel.
feel.feel.feel?

                     fell?
Fall. I have fallen.
There's no turning back now.
I am alone.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
fall? fell? feel?
How do I feel again?

And in the end,
we all end up as just another name on the inside cover of a text book...
Nothing but a distant memory,
to be swept under the rug of history.