So often we look behind us to check if someone if following
To check is someone is creeping
To check if someone is watching
Also common, we in front of us to see what there is ahead
To take a small peek at the future
To make advancements on your dream
Maybe it's time to look beside us
To see who are real friends are
To help those who are walking too slow
To help those who can't walk on their own

When I was a little girl I used to separate all of my crayons into colors
I had the different blues, reds, yellows, greens
All categorized into section waiting for their turn
And I finally realized
There was always one color left behind, white
Pure and untouched, so uncommon, never used, overlooked
And sometimes I like to think of myself as that **white crayon

It's the day you get to see him
an hour and a half to stare at him
hoping he doesn't catch you
yet still kind of hoping he does
because if he sees your eyes
maybe it will remind him of
the light that was once there
but isn't there anymore
and maybe
he'll wonder why

"Why do you like him so much?" they all ask
"What's so great about him?"
Well let me put this into perspective
What’s so great about cigarettes?
The exhausting vapor oxidizing your lungs
Painting rough shades of grey filling all of the empty voids
What's so great about alcohol?
The acerbic liquid that turns one night into a celebration
But the next morning into a distressing *****
Leaving you sick to your stomach, feeling vacant
So what's so great about him?
He is the IV in my veins
His eyes possess a power that draw me to him
An addicting extenuation of unrequited love
He makes me feel like candlelight
A lighter without gas
A bottle with nothing in it
Astounding disappointments falling on top of each other
Constant agony but this love is too strong to feel anything less
**I couldn't imagine feeling anything less

Some would say that the light is more important than the lantern
The poem is more important than the notebook
The kiss is more important than the lips
But love is not more important than the person whom it comes from
If you loved me, over anyone else, it would be all I need
I wouldn't need love from the sun or the flowers
It wouldn't matter how green the grass was or if the lights were on all of the time or if the glass was half empty or half full
If your love was something I possessed, than I would be okay
All the time, I would be okay

I am not made to listen to everything you have to say
I am not created to follow all of your rules
You are not the author of my life
You are the delete button
You are the troublesome being who believes they can control
all of my actions, all of my words
but I am not your puppeteer
I am the untrained, non-manipulated,
over-reacting, non sensible, unreasonable
***** who knows exactly what she's talking about
So in case you were wondering
Yes, I do kiss my mother with this mouth
And you can go **** yourself

Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.