No one should have to be the reason that someone stays in this world
Even if they made you see colors brighter
And breathe lighter.

No one should have to pack your problems in their backpack along with the rocks of their own and carry you the whole way
Up this mountain that is life.

If they left, If they've passed,
if they just messed up and it's all over now
Then there is no reason for you
to go up to the roof and ignore that beautiful night sky,
just to jump off an edge that might make you feel
like flying for those few seconds.

There is not an exception.
If you knew love then
Then you can know love now.

You don't have to love yourself
but at least find something that is not as fleeting as a human.
Find your peace
In books or in sun
Or maybe even rain.
Because you're not someone else's responsibility to carry
even though they loved you.
That is not love.
That
Is Lazy.

At least I know
That even though
Humans disappoint me,
That this soil and earth
can heal and feel this soul.

At least I can be grateful for the fact that
A storm can relate to my broken mind.

At the very minimum,
at least I know that I can connect with something
in a way that I wish another could.

But souls are a world all their own
and it takes a stroke of luck
to experience something that strong.

They all say they want to talk about something deep.
They all say they want to open up their minds,
go further than regular minds can think.

Then when they get the chance to open up they run and hide
Or they serpentine past all the things
that might have made them change
and they just go by living off the saying that they "tried."

They think they know what they want but they aren't a poet.
They aren't here in the deepest parts of the ocean.
Their minds don't drift on the wind and hear the song it whispers.
They can't feel this emotion.

It's no one's fault.
It must just be a gift at birth,
But they aren't here to unearth
the things that swirl around their hearts or
the ships that sail on their devotions.

They can barely taste the drops that drench their souls
Because they simply just don't know.

I guess that's why we're here
To write and to feel
all that they can't muster
and even though I get flustered
I just don't belong to the world
Where a feeling can be explained as
Simple.