My head is a montage of teens staring at their ceilings,
devoid of all life
and at a loss of all feeling
except pain and suffering beyond their years.
Screaming and shouting drowning their ears,
coming from themselves, their parents, their siblings, their friends.
Facing, developing, becoming their fears.
Picking flower petals and personalities.
Tear-stained wrists, blood-filled cheeks.
Love and hate, life and death.
Soft and rough, easy and tough.
Future and present.
Faceless, nameless
children, kids.
The people of the future, broken by the past.
Newly-named 'The Now'. Right now.
Kiss their best friends, yes.
The party-goers.
"Love who you are."
"Pay for nothing."
Always pay the price.

I'm sorry I let go of your hand.
I'm sorry you saw me cry.
I'm bitter because you keep me warm without any fire
and because I'm still as clueless as ever.
I'm sorry I am a plant that sprouted in your heart and I'm sorry that I wilt when you forget to water me.
I'm as abandoned as a building or an old playground in a town full of adults and the rain doesn't calm me down anymore.
I guess I just needed you to know that because I'm pulling my petals off one by one.
I love me not. I love me not.
I'm wilting again and you're a drought who can describe the water.

safely under the stars

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- Moments. Tiny moments. Big moments. Unexpected moments. I've-been-waiting-my-whole-life-for-this moments.
- Seeing the world through the cracks in its mask; directly in its eyes (or where the holes should be at least).
- Accepting the all-round unimportance of humanity to the world but giving the world to humanity. There is no definition of who or what a good person is. So hold positive qualities (like love, honesty, rebelliousness, compassion, affection) in your palms and give your true self to the world. Tell yourself you are good. In turn, you then will be.
- Treat the Earth nicely. You have a short stay and after all, you're just part of an energy system. Be nice to Pluto too. God forbid, it could use it.

and if the oceans would part
 and lead a path from me to you,
i swear i’d clutch our string of fate
like it’s the greatest game of tug of war
like the pull on my heart which loves to let you win. but when we fall into each other i know it’s already a shared victory
i would bear the blisters.
i’d live with the rope burn.
you know, i think i’ve seen you in my dreams.
but with a memory like mine, i know you best by the pull on my heart.
in the light from the sun. in reflections.
in my half smile that the Gods themselves fit your half into.
their final greatest puzzle piece.

I am the rainy day that ruins your plans.
That ghost fog that leans over your shoulder to haunt you,
the droplets that look suspicously like tears,
the wind that ruins your favourite umbrella and doesn't quite sweep you off of your feet.
I'm that miserable day. I am that ******* rainy day you saved everyone else for.
It's just that I thought you loved the rain like I did.
But then the sun came out
and I guess you changed your mind.