I think we all imagine our lives
to look just like the pictures
we painted in our minds as children
because at that point we have not yet come
to the realization that life is a roll of the dice
you can not choose
you can only guess

You
the sweet idea of a cliche boy, also known as gentleman
sitting next to me trying to focus on the road
and you are so beautiful
Me
the careful soul, also known as broken
sitting next to you trying not to be too obvious
and I am so scared
We
are the last kind of love story you'd imagine
and the only kind we like
and it is only the beginning
Us
the kind of people to pretend we don't love each other
for the sake of other people
I
hope that you feel the same
and I write as though I already know you do
You
are someone I can never figure out
puzzle pieces shaped like rocks
I can not see where each piece carves into the next
but I can see you a year from now
looking at me like you are right this second
and smiling like you always do
but we wont be just friends
We
will love like the wind loves the open valleys
love like the trees love the soil
love like the homeless love nickels
I
will love you
and
You
will hopefully love me back
So
We
will wait only until time reminds us
that today is the day
We
love

Traffic lights change colors
but only range to three
The sky changes colors
and we can not count
the vast majority of colors that it paints
I think love is more like the sky
We start off in our life
and we see love looking either
lame, painful, or beautiful
Red, Yellow, Green
Three colors
But as we grow and fall into it, we walk out
looking like a sidewalk rainbow
Nothing can wipe off this kinda love
Nothing can die you back to your original color kinda love
This love is one you will discover
if you have not stumbled upon it yet
and it will be lame and painful and beautiful
and it will also be scary and confusing
and it will be overwhelming and sweet
and it will make you feel alive
And one day you will find yourself at a red light
wondering how you ever could have been
a blank canvas

I don't mean to care
but I don't want to not
and my indecisiveness
is the alter ego
that is going to end up
ruining me

I am fascinated by candles
I am enticed by how such a small flame
can bring so much light to a room
My father used to always tell me
that no matter how the small the light may be
it is still stronger than the darkness
This is how I want my life to be
A candle can light a small closet
but can also bring enough light to
so much light a whole room

I hate the idea of death
That someone is here for one moment
with no idea
with no suspicion
Just living like they always have
And then their gone
with every dream
with every goal
All of it goes with them