Swing sets and sunsets
both leave a bittersweet taste in my mouth
yet I still go running back to them
those rusty chains that hold up my world
and the pastel hews that surround a glass memory
both could come crashing down at any moment
but here I am again
running with a hope-filled heart
That one day I will be able to feel
like I did on that swing
with the yellow fading into orange
fading into pink clouds
fading into two blue eyes
fading into my soul

I will continue to run
until that swing set falls
and the sunset fades away
into the empty darkness
of an endless night

I failed to make one of the most important jumps
and now all I can do is fall
and I am about to hit the cold hard ground
but maybe when I do I can pick myself back up
or maybe I will shatter into a million pieces
or maybe someone will catch me
but right now all I can do is fall
and hope that I don't get the wind knocked out of me
again

She is clumsy
but on the outside
she is elegant

She is wise beyond her years
but on the outside,
She trips over her words

She has troubled thoughts
but on the outside,
She smiles

She is in love
but on the outside,
She cannot meet his gaze

She cries during any movie with emotion
but on the outside,
She is untouchable and cold-hearted

She is a hopeless romantic
but on the outside,
She is a lonely pessimist

She is a vulnerable girl
but on the outside,
all you can see is her walls

There are people
within the world
that I am learning to identify

someone who feels at home
while breathing in the air
of a thunderstorm
as the flashes of light
absorb into their skin
and the rain poures onto their hearts
they feel at peace

Someone who watches the fog
slowly roling in
and waits for the right moment
when everything is engulf
by the cold mist
with no ominous feeling
only the feeling of tranquitily
that was there from the begining

someone who lays in the spring grass
and is not afraid to role down a few hills
even though
they are allergic to spring grass
they admire the blooming flowers
as their heads spin
and the rest of their body increases speed
down a steep hill
until they crash and laugh away every care

There are poeple
with in this world
I am learning to hold onto

one step away from insanity
they say
one step away from sensibility
they say
my dreams are too far away
they say
I say
they are staring me in the face
I say
I am one step away
from being stuck
in grey box
I say
I am one step away
from new possibilities
they can't even imagine
in their grey boxes
they say
I say
while standing on the town line

What makes life worth living?
Love
Love that consumes everything it touches
Love that devours your soul
The look of love
That is plastered across the face
Of a groom as his bride walks down the aisle
The look of love that is returned to him
A look of unconditional love
The love that reminds you
you are worth loving

What makes life worth living?
Fear
Fear of being ripped away from your loved ones
Fear of sadness itself
The fear that darkens a heart
The fear that hinders you breath
As you face the all-encompassing
terror of the world
The fear that pulls you forward
And pushes you backward
The fear that reminds you
your heart is still beating

What makes life worth living?
Pain
Pain of being forgotten
Pain of solitude and not being able to fix it
The pain of teen heartbreak
Because it is always true love
The pain of knowing you have hurt someone
And nothing you say will change it
Pain that scars your skin
Pain that scars your heart
The pain that reminds you
you are capable of hurting
Because you are capable of being happy

What makes life worth living?

Love
Fear
Pain

Three words
Twelve letters
Infinity of reasons
And memories why
Life is worth living