We were so young when we met for the first time
I told you then that you would always be mine
We talked about marriage and having two kids
You always ran through my mind behind my eyelids

The distance between us never weakened our love
Spending time with you, it’s all that I dreamed of
Making promises of forever, our feelings would never fade
But on that cold December day, everything changed

They tried everything, but it was to no avail
I was gone before you could even exhale
They knocked on your door and told you the news
You refused to believe it, how could I be gone so soon?

Years pass by, and you slowly begin to heal
But at night you have nightmares that feel too real
Reaching for me to find her instead
You never felt rested in that cursed bed

You never stop visiting me, where I live underground
I see you going home with her, but I can’t make a sound
It breaks my heart that I can’t be there
But I really want you to be happy, I swear

They say love lasts until the day you die
But they never knew the love between you and I
I can’t physically be with you, and you’ve moved on
But my heart is with you, I’m never really gone

I’ve been told all my life that everything I touch will turn to gold,
and that the palm of my hand is made of diamonds.
If it were possible, a trail of glitter would follow me everywhere I go,
and my hair would shine like sapphires in the moonlight.
My lips are made of ruby,
my eyes the color of exquisite aquamarine.
But the true light of my life, or lack thereof,
is what remains unseen.
There is no sparkle, no glitz, no sheen
and what everyone else sees is simply an intriguing mirage.
Everything I touch crumbles into nothing
and the glitter I’m known to exude is really silver dust.

I close my eyes and images of you flash like pictures in a slideshow
I see you swinging on the swing your great great grandfather made, hanging on for dear life
I see you laying on the bed, paper strewn all around you, your glasses perched low on your nose
I see you in the kitchen, making your "famous" lemonchiffon cake, flour covering your body
I see you sitting in my car, hands tightly clasped on your lap, a single tear rolling down your cheek
I see you standing in the doorway, smiling so bittersweet, placing your secret recipe on our entryway table
I find myself thinking about you all the time, the way you tasted
And every time I see that worn index card on the kitchen counter, I remember the sweetness of our love and the bitterness of when you left
And how I wish I could see you baking that cake just one last time
But for now all I have are my memories
My reverie
Of you

Bending over backwards for someone who doesn't even care
Trying so hard for someone who wouldn't even realize if you weren't there
Never feeling like you're enough
Never feeling appreciated
Never feeling worthy
Doing something nice but it's never done right
Trying your best to keep them safe but all they do is fight
Giving your all and getting nothing back
There doesn't seem to be a point when there's no one there to give you a pat on the back
Say thank you, be grateful
Appreciate the things you do
Why put forth so much effort when no one is putting effort into you?

Despite how it feels right now, everything will be okay.
Even if it's not tomorrow, soon will come a better day.
Your heart may be heavy, your energy may be depleted, but give it a little while.
In no time at all, you'll feel that long-lost smile.
Things do get better.
Your wounds will heal.
And when you back on these times, you'll question if it was even real.

More bad in the news today.
More terror, more death, more violence, more sadness, more panic, more devastation.
Each time we ask "why",
But are we really surprised?
Seeing these things has become such a common occurrence that it seems out of the ordinary to not hear of a new attack, ******, shooting every day.
Why is there no peace?
Why is there no love?
Why do these things happen to innocent people?
What can we do to change it?
The world is rampant with evil, and it seems there is little hope.
But all it takes to grow a garden is a little care and sunlight.
All it takes to bring happiness is a little care and doing what's right.
All it takes to spread love is to open your heart and never stop the fight.
We must continue to try
We must continue to cry
We must continue to be
We can't let them win
We endure and we are strong
We can come together and show the evil ones
That love conquers all
And that it takes more than one, two, three men to knock us down when we're ten feet tall.