Stars in her eyes, and love In her heart.
She dances to the rhythm that flows through her soul.
She's filled with joy, and I'm overcome with peace.
We meet eyes and everything's at ease. 
In love in a second, no thought, no regrets. 
No words needed but we say them anyway.
Hey I say.
Hey she says.
Our words are nervous, breath heavy, eyes filled with anticipation.
I ask if she wants to leave
She smiles.
We walk and walk. No direction or motive, just talking. Words upon words, heart connected to heart. 
Love in an instant, that lasts forever.

He loved her.
And
She loved him.
But neither knew.
So when they woke up,
Together,
They thought it was a mistake,
And neither chose to be the first to wake,
And accidentally right the wrong,
So they both slept forever.

Extremes come in pairs.
Happy.
Sad.
Love.
Hate.
Exuberant.
Depressed.
Flying.
Fall­ing.
These things go together,
And that's when they hurt the worst,
Or.
That's when they're the best.
Sad.
Happy.
Hate.
Love.
And so on.
The world seems to balance out,
But maybe we will all end on an upside.

Will it really matter?
In the end that is.
If you felt down a few nights during highschool?
If you don't get honor roll, or you don't play sports?
If you can't get up the courage to talk to that cute person at a party?

No.
It won't.
All that will matter in the end are those smiles.
Those good nights.
Those times you made someone smile.

All that will matter are the songs you heard.
And the times you danced.
The poems you read,
And the happiness you held.

So even if you're down,
Give time for the wind to pick you back up,
Because all that matters is that YOU get back up and be proud of yourself by the end.

When the sun sets,
And the moon rises.
And with that, the security of the day goes away.
Most of the nights are fine.
But on some fear overtakes the body. 
The only movement is shivering.
Depression hits like a train.
Headaches seem like that train hit the head.
Loneliness causes the darkness to whisper.
It whispers terrible terrible words..
Words start in the brain, they keep going. They don't stop. They don't.
They keep going until there are tears and then they keep going.
The night starts to eat the body and soul alive.
All hope is lost.
The night will last forever,
Or so it seems.
There are two ways out.
One isn't a good one.
The other isn't good until the future.
Everyone knows the first way. It's obvious. It's the "easy" way. A pill(s), a gun, a razor, etc.
But there's a better way. It's much much harder and may lead to more of these nights, 
but it will also lead to road trips and good quotes and love and laughter and music and little coffee shops and all that is good in life. 
That way is to just deal with it.
Breathe. Let the words come. 
Let them say their terrible things.
Be as strong as you can,
It's hard but worth it.
Hold on.
The future is bright and the night isn't as long as it seems.

Love me like I love you.
With a love more than love.
Like Annabell lee and Poe.

Be the June to my Johnny.
Don't be easy.
Just give me the chance.

Don't leave me like the red haired women did Bukowski.
But let us both feel a love as strong as he did.

Let me be your stars,
Let me be the fuel to your fire.
Let me be the butter to your popcorn.

Because you're already more than that to me.
Let me give something back to you.

How could I be lonely,
with these atoms all around.