so here it starts,
a boy meets girl
they both decide
to give love a whirl

a couple years later
and it's going great
'til the day she finds
she wants to choose her own fate

he asks, "what happened?"
he doesn't understand
she replies, "im scared,
this love is too grand."

she asks him how he knows
that everything will be fine
he answers, "I will be yours,
and you will be mine."

he doesn't see the risk
of jumping into love
he doesn't see the payoff
as something they may fall short of

she knows that what she's doing
is messing up what could be
but she just can't stop doing it
she yearns for him to see

there is no known path
she can take to this destination
what if she loses her way
and gives in to that temptation

she knows it's her own fault
but really, it's for the best
this love would've ended, as most do,
with each party distressed

she doesn't want him to blame her
it will only push her farther away
but she longs for him to know
that its him she thinks of every day.

i sit here all alone in my zone
and i wonder about the unknown

no one is here for they come and they go
when someone will stay i shall never know

i think about what matters and what i truly love the most
so to my Aiden i shall make a toast:

i toast for all the happiness that life may bestow and destroy
and i toast for my cautiousness because life is not a toy

i toast for the memories that everyone might share
and i toast for my friends and family who really do care

i toast that the good are rewarded and the bad pay the price
and i toast that i live long and right, living in my paradise

she is confused
essentially she is the same person

her soul is scarred by no more than the sun
o what has she done?

for it is too late to stop her
the moon is her savior

feelings are forbidden
so behind a smile they are hidden

although her friends seem content
they are housed in a green tent

her life is like a river with time always flowing
but with the stars she will remain forever and always glowing

a wandering red balloon floats off into the distance
effected by the wind it shows little resistance

this particular piece of plastic just happened to be cursed
it wouldnt be too long before it had to burst

this wandering red balloon's journey had not stopped
the deck of the Cosmos Mariner is where is happened to drop

Just another beautiful ship with an unknown destination
carrying just another boy who had to change his location

this particular little boy had longed for a red balloon
but once he caught this one, he immediately changed his tune

an ignored mountain so used to abrasion
it can hardly notice any of its mutation

the wandering man is stunned by its existance
not seeing its damage from off in a distance

every night the mountain wonders just how long it will be alone
constantly shielding the valley while having no shield of its own

so it disintegrates into a boulder, so easily moved
the exterior hardened as nature often proves

the rock always envied the clay its ability to mold
its ability to heat instead of remaining cold

but he cannot change the rock,
he cannot change the world, he cannot reverse the clock

and as soon as this man takes off and sets sail
the rock will discover that it is nothing but shale

im waiting for the gesture
because actions speak louder than words
im waiting to be inspired
i want to hear someone and be heard

im waiting for better than perfect
i believe that i deserve no less
im waiting to know for sure
because it's not a time to guess

im waiting to dive in
since there's no point in just testing the water
im waiting to meet my ideal match
created by the same potter

i list these things that im waiting for
in hopes that they'll come to be
but one day i'll look up and find
that the waiting's caught up with me

when i gaze into the mirror, it's not me standing there
in my place there's a woman who's emotions are bare.

This woman is similar, aesthetically so
but the differences are deeper; down into the soul.

this woman, she weeps and minds it not at all
she doesn't feel her displays will be her downfall.

her occupation in the mirror can last from seconds to days
without any hesitation, she easily takes my place.

i wonder if the world can perceive any changes
if my dear friends even notice when my personality rearranges.

if so, they don't mention it; perhaps it's taboo
or perhaps they don't realize what the real me would do.

i stare back at this stranger, who looks just like me
and i wonder if a merger could ever truly be.

'though beginnings are always tough,
endings will always be tougher
it's not what she's getting into
but what she's getting out of that makes her suffer

he can offer food and shelter
but what she wants he can't buy
for love is not the center of the world's greatest lie

truth is the key to happiness
when lies are unexplainable
but sometimes truth is a lot like time
and rarely is attainable

and even though she knows
that it's time for her to move on
she'll never get past the fact that
she is only another mute swan

he can't tell her how a peach tastes
because she's never tasted a peach,
but that sweet juice that she longs for
is never too far out of reach

and though she marches to her own beat
at the end of the day
she still incorporates the beat of
anything that comes her way

it will end soon, nothing good ever thrives
i wait for the hunger but it never arrives

i take comfort in the ending, for it's bittersweet
endings are the only objects to be considered concrete

i am never to be cured when pride claims his mind,
he holds the only antidote, he'll forever be blind

maybe thats preferred, for he doesnt own bandages
nor does he want to open his eyes to see all the damages

but maybe he'll change, the future isn't set
the question then would regard the size of my debt

together could we grow and get past all the changes?
would he have enough adjustment time, it always ranges...

the vase can only be dropped so many times before it's broken
but maybe this time we'll see the old feelings were awoken

he takes a piece of me everytime he goes
i dont like sharing but its her turn i suppose
i never know whether he will return
if he waits too long that desire of his may burn

he always leaves and will never change
though its my life ive rearranged
he builds me up just to cut me down
i dream of the day i will be found

aluminum may be metal
but it can be damaged by a fly
he wouldnt understand that
for he is a typical guy

perhaps its the idea of him that keeps me alive
but someday ill know what it means for love to thrive
i can feel him under my skin as though he were a parasite
but then i discover that its me living off of his life

he visits me in my most vulnerable state
for, in my dreams, i see nothing but his face
i often wonder if he feels the same

does he have a heart that beats beneath that chest?
shockingly, its my fantasies that make me depressed
always fake and never real
but ill be fine, its not a big deal

physically remaining resistant
but subconsiously wanting another dose
always trying to stay so distant,
while underestimating my urge to be close

if the wall comes down will the city flood?
would he rip out my heart like i know he could?
but all of these words shall remain unspoken,
since i am, once again, broken