I knew a girl once, I knew her inside and out. I could count her flaws by the scars on her knees and I could name her victories with a smile. I saw her when she was flying, but also when she was falling and she has told me things that only the depths of her mind knew. She was alone a lot but never lonely. I don’t remember a time she was ever bored because her mind would run faster than any river I had ever seen and her thoughts could paint masterpieces in the air that belonged in art galleries. I was one of the only ones to ever see them. She might have talked a little too fast or said a little too much but I loved her.
Her hands were gentle but when she found something to hold onto her arms would have the force of 1000 men.
She tried never to break anyone.
Except herself.
I remember her finding tiny worlds at the bottoms of coffee cups, the remains of what others had left behind. Within metaphors she could tell her entire life but you never really knew her unless you took the time to ask. She would tell you everything; she would tell you nothing. She had a lot of faults but she kept them hidden under her pillow in hopes no one would ever think to check there.
She was beautiful really, but she knew it so that kind of took away from the allure. She loved and loved and loved. That was her best and worst quality. An incurable disease plagued her, and she used to tell me it was just her mind, just her past living within her skin. I knew better, I had always seen the warning signs. She always had to know the end of something and when she got to know someone she would know them completely, absolutely. Better than the back of her hand.
She was my best friend.
It was the sadness that got her. It consumed her mind like a sea. She was no stranger to drowning and even though she was a terrific swimmer there were a couple times that I truly thought she would never resurface again. There was once that she stood on a bridge, maybe she was daring the water to try to take her from up so high. She said it called her, and she almost answered. Strength is not always measured in numbers on weights, sometimes it is measured in how many people one holds up in their life, and how many times one wants to give up yet keeps going. War zones exist overseas but they also tend to exist in fragile minds. Sometimes she would forget the feeling of her own skin, and she would hurt to remember that she was still real. Numbness was the enemy. Surrounding her were people with dead eyes, and that wears on a human.
She wanted to find a way to fly but simply found better ways to fall.
People thought she was happy.
That was the sad part.

I knew a girl once.

And I was the only one who really knew her.

& as he turned to me his aura turned bright red
like blood making contact with air
I have yet to figure out if he wanted to kiss me
or **** me

the two are so similar
familiar

I turned the other way

I turned off all of the lights
Maybe I just feel a bit safer wrapped in darkness
Lights are flashing outside (heat lightning)
One hit right next to my house and they just keep striking&striking;&striking;
I miss you tonight
And I know I’ll miss you tomorrow and the next day and the day after that But tonight I absolutely feel the hole you left, to the left of my belly button
And its nights like these when I want to jump out of my skin and run
I’ll find the strongest wind and let it drive me forward, I’ll run until I find the tallest tree, climb to the top via the cracks in its skin and breathe again
I’ll fill the hole you left and jump
I won’t even reach the bottom
I’ll run down the fairway as fast as my legs will take me
Go ahead
Strike me with lightning

I just want to feel

Shh it was just a slip of the tongue
I never meant to tell you
Everything
Or
Anything
But the words slipped in between my ribs
And while trying to stop everything from spilling out
I think I bled all over your favorite sweater and it was obvious that I am not as alive as I say I am      
I never meant to hurt you
It was just a slip of the tongue      
And it all came crashing down

I used to hold you up so high
until you let me down
I used to think if I pulled back the skin on your ribs all I would see was a blinding light
Sadly
You are only human

And even the best of us forget

Dear Father,
I wish I knew you. Give me a name to call out in the night, because sometimes I just need someone here. I wonder if it would break your heart to know that I don’t remember you. All I remember from life before is bits and pieces of swords flying, echoing words, and a mess of emotion splattered in the grass. I remember the tree, the huge one to the right of the field. The grass would burn my legs as I ran through it, I could run so so fast. Base camp was my home and I lived for the fire that lit up the night. I miss the music that floated through the air.
I know you knew that I wouldn’t remember much when I entered this world again. But I know if it was reversed I would still hate the fact that we are not allowed to take all of our memories with us. I keep recognizing strangers on the street, and I don’t know how I know them but it’s like I can name their every fear and joy just from looking in their eyes. I want to know them, did they come with me? Did I follow them? What happened to my team? I have so many questions that I know I have the answers to somewhere in the back of my soul. I hurt my mind trying to dig farther back then this human brain will take me. I am so restricted here, I can only think so much, and run so fast, and say so many things, and feel such basic emotions. My mind wants to think at the speed of light. My legs want to carry me across the geography of the earth in a matter of minutes. My voice wants to rise above the dull roar or life. I want to feel more than sadness, and happiness, and anger. I want to feel things that humans don’t have words for. Pain is very much the same, I still love it, I still hate it.
Teach me everything again. I have been told that you can get your memories back only when disconnecting your soul from your body but I want to know everything yet stay here. I have found beautiful things here.  Love takes over your body here, you can feel it everywhere when you fall. They call it falling, but I think a lot of times its more like flying. I remember flying a little, and maybe I could fly back then because love was more than an emotion but a state of being. Father, I think I miss you. I think I miss everyone. Strings come out from the center of my being and every so often I find someone who is holding the other end. I have become attached to entirely too many people who have only been in my life for the smallest fraction of time. But..I can’t let go, I can’t stop wanting them to be a part of my bones, a part of what holds me up on this earth. In particular, I love three people. And I think that’s enough to help me to fly again. Unfortunately two of them have gone, and the third is on the brink of going away.
I could not stop any of them. I wanted them to be happy so bad. I left the door open trying to let them see the light of the world outside. They walked out into the sunrise because I cannot compare to a beautiful day.
I have been told that I was sent here for a purpose, I want to change the world. But I’m not sure how. Father, can you help me? I need something to push me in the right direction. I can only do so much by myself and I need hands to guide me.
Will you help me down here? I need someone by my side, I know I have Michael and Gabriel and Ariel and Elizabeth but maybe I need not only companions but maps.
Sometimes I don’t want to go on anymore. I want to be lifted back up into the sky. Learn everything again. It’s so filled with pain down here and I feel so weak. I want to be released, let go again. I am not afraid of death because some days it feels better than life. Life is heavy, and I’m used to walking on air.

Maybe it is better that I do not know you.
Because then maybe I would call for help in a language you would understand

And you would have to leave me here.

I guess I just wanted you to know I love you Father, whoever you are, wherever you are, I think about you sometimes.
I just wanted you to know.

Now that I know the truth
Now that this is all over
I can finally write the words that I always wanted to say but never had the heart to
And everyone will tell me how nice they are
But they are not nice
They are true

"This will be the most wonderful mistake I ever make"

"I know, it will be mine also"

Fortunately
Unfortunately
I'll love you always

But that's what I get for falling in love with my best friend