If we were to break, shatter into a thousand fragments - would there be a glue strong enough to repair us again? Would those cracks and missing pieces make us weaker, or will it make us stronger?
Would it force us to hold tighter, to cling to frozen fingertips and cheap heart candy, or will we simply let go?

Let go, because holding on is hard and breaking contact is easy?
Hold on, because its harder than we percieve to just.let.go?

The truth is we can never be irreperably broken, we'll be put together again and again.
We won't notice that each time - we lose a shard, a tiny piece.

And by the time we do - there's a gaping hole through your middle.
The worst part is : you've lost those shards forever and new ones are hard to come across.

So we spend our days - eternally empty.

Between a baby's first word
And a deathbed confession
There are plenty of times
For God to say,
“I told you so.”

ships roll in the night
pass each other like
strangers on the street,
we wave

last night felt like
all the times I had forgotten
or fallen short
were released into the starry night sky
or maybe into the waves like wavering wishes,
we laughed

is it trite to say
we did it because we were young?
the night was alive with the rest of our lives
and I know that this morning
you are all in cars,
old homes,
and listening to your parents tell you they can't trust you anymore-
but I hope you don't forget
the friendships forged
over moving bodies
and songs we sung along to loudly
and I hope you remember what it feels like
to be young and capable of big mistakes and mysteries
I hope you remember the stars,
we looked

I promise to not
forget,
these moments are fleeting
and happen so sporadically
that I must ingrain the way his eyes shone
into my memory;
I'll keep the laughter like a memory box
in my heart,
we loved

real, young love that tastes
like melted ice cream
and a salty ocean kiss on old freshmen scars,
it was a love that held each other's hands
and giggled in harmony,
we sailed

into the horizon
with freedom on the tip of our tongues
and our back to
the towns we came from,
the boys, the girls
that broke our hearts,
the time that we thought about dying-
no we were flying in the breeze, I promise you,
we danced.

Look in the camera with the colgate smile
sound concerned even when you aren't.
Tell them that someone famous just died.
Don't fumble, you're LIVE.
Get the story before anyone else
or wave your career a goodbye.

Two minute break
Sip that water and put that make up on.
Manipulate the public
and your legacy shall live on.
Humiliate the politicians till they
can stand no more.
Sound vaguely interested
when you're bored.
Display the public ranting,
the promotion is yours.
Get your sources lined up
take down the unimportant notes.
Write about the bodies which were blown up
but your boss wants more.

Shove the mic in their face.
Demand reasons behind this failure we embrace.
Exaggerate the words said by a famous mind.
In place of truth fill it with lies.
You dared to step in the public's misery.
You were just another journalist desperate for a story.