Street fit  the light still alive
down a chosen road
casted role of a mind terrorized
broken hands still load
never let quit spark light the eyes
built of what wasnt told
only learn the hard way can describe
A cliche story been sold
backed by revenge no one can devise
lost but doesnt fit the mold

Question the resolution of ribs
to keep such a beating creature at bay
Muscles quiver, ready to run
Thoughts and confusions, curiosity
keep feet rooted, begging to stay
planted in unfamiliar soil

A tortuous cleansing of cluttered spaces
Organized voids open to collect dust
from the tumultuous whirlwind
of constant searching and hiding
A game to be played, we must
break the rules along with the board

When just thinking about her gives you chills up your spine

and seeing her posts on Facebook makes your heart stop

and you stay up all night in front of your computer hoping, praying that you'll see a message or email from her

even when you know you won't.

When every song reminds you of her

and you can't even describe her to your sisters because it isn't possible to box up her infinity with words

and saying her name makes your whole body ache with a deep, painful desire and longing

and you know there's a way out

but then you know that pain is a small, small price to pay for her.

Let me leave this place
This body
This mind

Let me open that door
Light ahead
Dark behind

Let me walk on grass
Breathe air
See sky

Let me rise above
So small
Goodbye