the stars aligned when I met you
     sky
          was
                empty
                          when
                                   you
                                         left

A camera can't capture the true feeling of a moment.
It can show an image of two motionless hands,
clasped together in a strong embrace.
But a series of ink on a page
can’t be replaced by the warm caress of a hand,
the feeling of fingers lacing with yours.
The spark it starts in the tips of your fingers,
shooting through your veins like a bolt of lightning.
Moments like these are the very few
that seem to bring time to a stop.
It’s like the whole world stops revolving for a split second,
the birds fall silent,
leaves stop falling.
Then,
in a heart beat,
it starts again.
Starts with a small squeeze of the hand,
starts with laughter,
a first kiss,
a last.
Time shouldn’t be wasted,
moments like these should be cherished.
You never know when they will happen again.

it’s 2am and i’m dreaming about you
it’s 2am and i’m drowning
it’s 2am and i can’t fall to sleep
because all i can think about is you you and you
...
it’s 2am and
i’m
tired

even flowers wilt in the sun.

trying to hold onto you
is like trying
to hold onto
fire

painful
and

impossible

don’t come looking for me
there’s a reason I can’t be found

I look at the moon and think of you.

i wish you could understand
why i am
the way i am

i wish you could understand
why i think too much.
why i hate wednesdays.
why mornings are difficult and nights are not.
why i prefer the moon over the sun.
and why i don’t love myself,
as much as you love me.

i just wish you could understand.
but you don’t.
and that’s fine.
because i don’t understand,
either

I like to watch the world from above,
the bustle of the busy city below me.
People going about their everyday lives.
Maybe someone is going on their first date,
clammy palms and racing heart.
Maybe someone received bad new recently,
"sorry you're fired",
"sorry your grandmother didn't make it".
But yet,
here they are.
Meeting their friends for lunch,
laughing about something that happened moments ago.
Here they are,
still breathing,
heart still beating,
blood still pumping...
still living.

a first hello; a last goodbye; i love; i hate; breathe; the sun; the rain; a laugh; a cry; breathe; please stay; please leave; the calm; the storm; breathe; a whisper; a scream; breathe; life; death; breathe; stop; blink; wait; breathe; breathe; breathe...

we can all say stupid things sometimes.
we can all regret the words
that stumble from our mouths
at 4am
when we’re drunk
angry
sad.
and maybe we can’t take back
the things we’ve said
collect them from the sky
and bottle them up
like they were never spoken.
but that doesn’t mean
we can’t make things better.
that doesn’t mean
that the person won’t forgive us
for being a little silly.
because at the end of the day,
we can all say stupid things sometimes

Some people
bask in the sunshine,
soak up the rays
within their skin
and feel the warmth
swimming through their veins.
Others find happiness
in the rain.
Water droplets falling around them,
hand outstretched
into the storm,
feeling the rain hitting bare skin.

Some people
find sadness
in the rain,
umbrellas facing the cloudy sky,
rain boots splashing
in depthless puddles.
Others find sorrow
within the sun rays,
restless hands waving fans
in sweaty faces.

You can’t appreciate the sunshine
if you have never experienced the storm,
they say.

I want to laugh,
cry.
Experience heart break
and experience love.
I want to experience the sun and the rain
and the company and the loneliness.
I want to experience life,
every aspect of it.
One thing we should always remember,
there's always a tomorrow.
The sun will always rise
and the sun will always set.
Do what you love,
surround yourself with people who are good for you.
The type of people who talk too much
and make you feel every type of emotion.
People who ask if you're okay
or if you got home safely.
Take pictures of everything.
Record videos of late nights
and early mornings.
Collect memories,
write them on ink spilled pages.
Your thoughts are your most important aspect.
Scribble them down on the back of a napkin
of the restaurant you stumbled into
at 4am
with the love of your life.
Next year you'll smile
when you read
"tonight, I'm happy."

she shined so bright
that he was surprised
he couldn’t taste the stars
dancing on her skin.
surprised he couldn’t smell
the wood burning
and hear the fire crackling.
but most of all
he was surprised
she didn’t know
that she was more spectacular
than the skies on the fourth of july.