Imagine if instead of counting up,
We counted down.

We counted down, were
Issued a number of days.

And it would start in the thousands,
Until one day you noticed.

It was in the hundreds,
Where have the days gone?

You thought you had so many;
Now there's only one.

When I am falling down,
You will pick me up,
As we rise again, we miss the floor,
We rise above it all.
You came for me,
Healed my heart with kind words
And taught me how to fly.
I love you.

I will walk down a road someday,
In a city, or a village, or some country lane,
And I will no longer look behind me.
I will know the brick colour,
Of my house and the one next door,
But I will remember, that this place,
This home of mine, was new to me
And you, once.
Once, we were travellers.

"In order to be normal, break your walls,
Let people in, let them help."

*Alternatively, earn my trust, I'll show
You where the door is.

We're all so cute and sweet.
"I would never hurt you."
"You're my friend, why would I do that?"
You can't not hurt me,
It's what people do.
I don't want to be spared from
The pain of caring for you.
I tied myself down to you,
And let you whip me with the words
I fed you.
So don't lie to me and say
You would never hurt me
Because I know you will.
I do not, however, know that
You will pick up the pieces
Of my broken mind, and put
Me back together, that I might
Pretend
I won't be hurt by you again.

I am so tired of loud things;
Cars, bikes, wind, rain,
silence.
The loudest of them all
Is the deafening scream
Of someone too scared
To talk.

Broken hearts,
Broken fingers,
Broken minds.
Broken ribs and broken
Noses and broken *******
People in every place I look.

My hands are in the air, beautiful boy.
Do as you will, I am yours.
Any power I'd ever had was an illusion
So choke me on my own naivety
And bring me to a perfect surrender.

Never forget the days you're surrounded by happy people,
They matter as much as the days you're surrounded by the sad.

All these things we are scared to ask;
Can i kiss you?
Are you okay?
Do you want me to go?
We constantly hope for the answers
To form from dust and tears,
But they never do.

This is supposed to be a poem,
Ill get round to it..

There are things I owe to people,
Which I will never repay,
So I will do my best by you,
And settle this debt each day.

We are crying into the
Echos of nothing,
Shattering things that
Were never whole.
Drink from your
Broken glass, my dear
And pray the shards
Don't cut.