Somewhere is a coward still in the closet ,
or laying next to you in the bed.
The  biggest cowards are disguised in uniform
Powerful cowards on pedal stools,hidden in congress.
Most cowards often promise to be lovers
but will run when you sing their name
cowards holding hands
rubbing their" happiness" in your face
cowards who were supposed to be parents
cowards who promised to be friends
careless cowards who wanted commitment
but never saw it through till the end
cowards buying flowers
cowards falling in love
there are cowards 6 feet under
yet some cowards make it above
I see a coward in the mirror
There is a coward in all of us

He left her with two of his favorite sweaters
one t shirt ,a pair of jeans and new Adidas
Yet he had no intention on returning.
In the first week of waiting
she would fold the clothes in a corner
smiling foolishly to herself
thinking of how he would have
something to wear when he returns.
In the second week of waiting
her smile started to fade
Shed sit in the corner of her bed
with one of his favorite sweaters on and wait.
She found a little reason to smile again,
for the clothes still carried his scent.
she would crawl in her the corner of her bed
and draw the hoodie strings and
suffocate herself in soaked sweater sleeves
till she drifted off to sleep.
In the third week of waiting
she washed his clothes
for the scent was overwhelmingly repugnant.
now they belonged to no one
She laid the clothes out on the floor
placed a cigarette in her lips and lit a match
threw the flame to the floor
and watched the burning man

I know you'll find this story to be as
inexhaustibly motivating as I view your story  .
And such a motivation should be perpetuated.
Promise me that for every "battle" along your journey, that you fight relentlessly but always love incessantly.[uninterrupted!]*
-Crysha

I wish i could quit you cold turkey.
you are a form of escapism
and i am seeking sobriety
please please sweet addictions let go of me..
-Cihannah F.-

They might turn you into one of those catchy radio hits with a cheesy chorus that consists of two repetitive words  like "baby oh" if you let them.
Spend hours analyzing the lyrics to your favorite songs hoping to juxtapose the meanings to your every move
as if your favorite songs were a guide to you
The real you is hidden among the staticky stations that only work
on trucker radios and cars with broken antennas.
don't ask me how I know this;just believe me like you always do

In my waking thoughts and dreams
I'm haunted not by the things that won't,
but by the things that could be
Haunted because they'll never be for you & me .
I see the way she lights up your face
and I am happy for you and so sad for myself
I think about you at home at work on my way to work on my way to the store and then I torture myself some more with
thoughts of how much she must be making you laugh right now
I get a hold of myself & wonder, how could I feel this way about a friend?
I can't be in love with a friend
I can't resent my friend.
It hurts to watch the way you & I unknowingly became us
happen all over again with someone new
you said you'd never do it
you asked me how could you fall for a friend
as if it was a stupid question
I  see the signs ,I can feel the feelings you deny
Watching it happen again with anyone but me kills me inside
But I am your friend
She is your friend
She's my friend.
I want you guys to be happy;
even if that means my happiness will cease to exist.