Our ears remain open
Listening for your story
Let the words soak through

We wait as you shake
And your droplets descend on
Gasping for the past

I sit alone here
Comforting you, when they leave
Stealing your worries

Turning them into
Open stories for you to
Utter towards me

I listen waiting,
Then you speak,without restraint
So I let you speak

Then offer myself
As help and encouragement
For you to remain

You whispered baiting words
Through little wispy breathes
And countered my actions with present pain
You forced a fake love into myself
And entered my youthful exposure
well baby guess what?
**** your composure!

I've givin tears to so many things
but when the shock comes again
I won't cry
I'll just die
without you,
and I'll forget you in the end,
and I'll never give a second glance
and I'll never know what could of been.

I'll give so many hearts the same beat
and I'll shatter sometimes
without any lies
forget the last tear
you are the kindest,
the sweetest,
the most important thing here
you always say your worthless,
helpless, and growing shadows
but you were important,
but you were amazing

and you are my friend,
my friend,
give me a soul,
give me a chance to tell you(tell you)...
I love it when you speak
when you speak the funniest things,
when you freak a little bit out,
and when you scream

I love the tears you shed with no right
and how you never give a ****
about anything
but what you love,
what you need,
how to breathe,
you march on,
i love you
i love you when your making it so important

I've givin tears to so many things
but when the shock comes again
I won't cry,
I'll just die
without you,
and I'll forget you in the end
and I'll never give a second glance
and I'll never know what could of been

and suicide will confide you
but for now I want to be
something thats necessary

Marching through
Painted streets
Closing in on the prize
Stopping short
Off the pavement

With white bleached spools
Off the thread
A long white coat
Lay on the grass

Its ignorance
To its misplacement
As its sleeves pick up
A small breeze

Every person scatters by
Except the little girl
She looks in awe
Seeing something that
Adults can't truly understand

Her mothers hand clasped between
Her miniature fingers
She is pulled along
Away from that coat
That she can't seem to comprehend

Maybe it's the pure randomness
Or it stranded frays
But the girl somehow knows
It's inevitable ways

As she walks quickly away
Her mother pulling her along
She smiles with her young delight
Giving words,a story,a past

To a long white coat
To a random placement
To a meaningless experience
To just another day