If you fall in love with fairy tales
nothing can compare

it'll haunt you like a memory

that was never really there


and if you're thinking that you got it

It will just crash to the floor

and you'll watch the cracks appear 'cause you can't

take it anymore

watch it crumble down to pieces like a

slowly dying flame

as the triumphs turn to teardrops cause

it just isn't the same


when you find that the glass slipper fits

you mistake It for a sign

then you find out that the glass can break

while you're promising you're fine

the rose is losing petals and

your Prince won't come its seems

you've been sleeping in your tower but

living off false dreams

this is not the way it ended

in your fantasy

where's your knight on shining armour?

now your waking up to reality

I really have never ever met anyone braver than you.

You can't always get what you want

You won't always want what you get

IT'S WHAT YOU NEED THAT MATTERS

A picture is worth a thousand words.

A word is worth a thousand pictures

Don't add insult to injury

Insult is its own irreparable Injury

WHY DO PEOPLE UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

People who live in stone houses should not throw glass

IF YOU LIVE IN SUCH A DARK COLD AND HARD PLACE (THAT YOU REFER TO AS YOUR MIND) THROWING GLASS (WHICH THE REST OF THE WORLD CALLS SELF-DEPRICATION) IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOUR MIND FOR THE BETTER THE SHARDS WILL SIMPLY SHOWER DOWN AND PIERCE YOU

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Well.
That backfired.
Thank you though,
For telling me about all the **** you got into
All that crap you've done this year
Because it makes it so much easier
To let you go.
Thank you for telling me you miss me, and that I am beautiful
Then telling me you are with a girl
In the same f!cking text conversation
Because it makes it so much easier
To convince myself I could never trust you
If this is how you treat the girl you are with
Behind her back
Thank you for telling me all about how worthless you are
Because I couldn't agree more.
Thank you.
For making my summer a little more interesting
Thank you for at least telling me a couple pretty lies
Even if I knew they were lies
At least they were pretty
Because boys don't usually give those to me
Thank you for wasting my time
So now I appreciate how precious it really is
Thank you
For making me realize
You are nothing special
Like I used to think you were.

I'm crazy
I'm crazy
I'm random and odd
We're crazy
We're crazy
We're strange and we're flawed
We use funny phrases
no one has ever used
Like adhesive sloths, weaponized turtles,
after all, what have we to lose?
We laugh 'till it hurts at jokes only we get
all and every day
We're crazy, we're crazy
Crazy in the best way

To give you an idea of our insanity:

Our dream is to be get the punishment one day for our crazy stunts of having to write out I must not __ (every rule you broke) on a black board and for that black board to read:


I must not conduct my own fire drills
I must not hold go cart races in the library
I must not place mass orders for nuclear weapons to be delivered to the school office
I must not encourage other children to eat tar
I must not operate heavy machinery in the school parking lot
I must not create underground tunnels
I must not establish a casino in the girl's washroom
I must not steal the classrooms' ceilings
I must not experimentally surgically operate on the class pet
I must not bring unattached body parts for show and tell
I must not attempt to execute by guillotine any other students
I must not catapult other students' belongings off of the roof
I must not catapult other students off of the room
I must not volunteer to host the circus performances in our school cafeteria
I must not set fire to the principal's car
I must not set fire to the principal
I must not convert the gymnasium into an aquarium
I must not lock zoo animals in my locker
I must not start flash mobs during the homily at Mass in Church
Soap must be used appropriately

I like you
I love you
You can trust me
I think you’re pretty
I won’t hurt you
I don’t like anyone else
I don’t love any other girl but you
I want to be with you, no one else
I don’t like her in that way
PROVE IT
...you never did.
Now I know why.
Your reason is spelled L-I-E-S.

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List of the types of people I want to date at some point in time:
A poet
A writer
An artist
A sculptor
An athletic type
An excessively passionate guy
A player
A musician
A very quiet type
A very science type
Someone who is eerily similar to me
Someone who is my polar opposite
Someone who I constantly fight with and makeup with
Someone who really needs me
Someone I really need
Someone who cooks
Someone who ***** at cooking
Someone who reads a TON
Someone who is extremely rich (not for gifts, just to see what it's like, if they are still a good person even with their wealth)
Someone who I extremely poor
Someone who can break down my walls
Someone who's walls I break down
Someone who hated me before we started going out
Someone I hated before we started going out
Someone with odd ideas
Someone who is really logical
Someone who is blind
Someone who is deaf
Someone who is mute
Someone who doesn't believe in love
Someone who ONLY believes in love
Someone I love who doesn't love me back
Someone who teases me
Someone who I can tease

This way, I will be prepared for any situation when I meet the RIGHT guy. Or IF, I guess...
But if I am inexperienced with all this, then I don't really know how to deal with certain things in a relationship.
I want to just try every type of relationship.
But first I have to actually get a guy who actually wants to date me... yeah, I can't really see that happening... -_-

Anyone want to add to this?

Please sun
keep her warm
Please sun
help her stay happy
Please sun
give her a break from her depression
Please sun
she of all people deserves it most
Please sun
watch over her
Please sun
make her vacation as beautiful as her soul
Please sun
do everything you can to make her smile
Please sun
because she is like a sister to me
Please sun
and I just want her to be okay

hey guess what
I was going to write you a poem
about how hurt I am
how much YOU hurt me
but then I remembered
I'm not letting thoughts of you consume me anymore
NEVER AGAIN
I really am sorry it had to end this way
but it did
so goodbye now
and I hope one day this reaches you
so you know I'm free from you forever
I hope one day this reaches you
this message
in the poem not for you that I didn't write

Winter frost whispers
Ice tracing the window pane
Shimmering silence

Silver blue black red and brown
The colors we wore in that picture
Smiling all three like nothing is wrong
When everything was
Just don't look to close at the eyes
In the photographs
You'll see the hidden pain
It reveals too much
Don't look too close at the wrists either

Amazing how fine you can look in a picture when really the only thought on your mind is death (especially yiur own) and agony. A little blood, too. What twisted secrets we kept back then.

Glass is essentially perfect
Clear and easy to see through
Nothing hidden inside
No fractures
smooth
shining
flawless
used to hold treasures in museums
like priceless artifacts
the crown jewels
practically perfect
You could be like glass
Perfect
but keep in mind
glass is just waiting to shatter
and you can't ever fix it
once it has been broken

It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here
The caffeine from my tea
Is keeping me wide awake
It isn't the only thing
Keeping my eyes from closing though
You may as well be laying beside me
Because the thought of you is the only one on my mind
Except you're not here
Not beside me
Not holding my hand
You're probably still out
Knowing you
Her pretty little hand in your hand
And your precious little heart in her hand
I guess you were right
I don't know you.
I hardly ever did.
But just so you know
I probably didn't tell you more about me
Than you didn't tell me about you
Still though
You can spell my thoughts
With the letters of your name
It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here

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She wakes up so early it's still starry out, so starlight's in her eyes and dew drops cling to her hair like blades of grass as the golden dawn traces her silhouette. She stays us so late the moon know her shadow. She is mysterious as mist on the forest floor to the point that not even she knows all her secrets. She has dark and deep crevices. She chatters like the rapid bursting of bubbles but her soul is silent. Nothing compares to her. She is a shimmering tapestry I'd like to unravel.

A Free Verse Poem from the point of view of one of my male characters in a story I'm writing describing this character. I created her and I fell in love with the character I'd created they way you fall in love with a best friend and your friendship. She is fiction and impossible but she is precious and she is mine. I figured I'd share her quiet beauty with you. Please comment.

Five people in one day
Have asked me the same question
And I can’t help but laugh
At such a wild suggestion
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
They query in confusion
“I would have thought you would by now.” they say.
I’m amused at their peculiar delusions
“Why don’t I have a boyfriend?” I repeat.
Wondering what they’d ask such an obvious question for.
I turn to them, with a puzzled look
“Well, have you MET me before?” :D

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The edges of whispers tell more than the words
Tracing the secrets of echoing lies
It's hard to hear it over the silence
But I can see snowflakes in your eyes

I used to think love could be measured in length.
Arms stretching as far apart as possible.
The way a child says I love you thiiiis much!
I thought it could be measured in time
Forever. Eternally. Everlasting.
I thought it could be measured in depth.
Love far deeper than words. Beyond death.
I was wrong though.
REAL love cannot be measured.
Love is made out of many things.
Mainly loyalty, trust, admiration, and caring.
If one of those things goes off balance
it can be measured
And what can be measured can fade
And therefore it is no longer love
If something such as admiration
were to tip the balanced scale
It would ceases to be love that you feel
But REAL love is impossibly endless.
Infinite
in a way none of us could ever fully understand
Beautiful
Haunting
Precious
Love.

I was so scared to do it
So terrified in fact that I created a script
How’s that for pathetic?
You actually mostly stuck to the script
Which was nice
I stumbled on a few lines
Even though I was the only one who actually knew the script
And the one who wrote it
How’s that for sad?
I thought it seemed like it was going okay
I’ve seen you around
You don’t have a lot of friends with you most of the time
Any, actually
And for some reason
I have always found unpopularity attractive
How’s that for unusual?
Maybe because I never was popular
Or maybe because I hate the Populars for how they treated me
Or maybe because the Populars have their own little culture they’ve created among themselves
With values like drugs, alcohol, cigarettes
And beliefs that they are above everyone else
I’m just not into that
You aren’t outspoken
You don’t say too much
And I want to unlock you
You are so quiet
Like a secret I’d love to unravel
I’d take mysterious over excessively confident any day
But I don’t really get to pick and choose
I’m not the pretty type who has that option
Still, I took a chance
How’s that for stupid?
I decided to go and just do it
Because I figured you were worth the risk
You were musical
And athletic
Physically attractive (although, that isn’t my priority)
Nice eyes
Really, really nice eyes
And quiet
I really liked you and hoped maybe I could have a slight chance with you
How’s that for incredibly dumb and delusional?
So I thought it was turning out okay
And when I did it
When I finally gave it to you
You smiled at me
And said Alright
You know what
Why did you have to smile?
That was cruel
If you were planning on just leaving me hanging
For 95 hours and 58 minutes (yes I've kept count it is really pathetically sad)
If would have been less painful if you had rejected me up front
To my face
Refused to even accept my number
Told me you were not interested
It would have been better if you had even just said
…um okay…
Then I might not have gotten my hopes up
Like I promised myself I wouldn’t
And of course I couldn’t help myself as usual
I almost wish you had said something hurtful
Cruel
Told me I was worthless and ugly
And you didn’t want to be seen anywhere near me
Then it would have been easier
To make myself not like you
If I knew you were an unkind
It’s just that you are not
And I guess I just misinterpreted
The way you acted
I guess I mistook your actions
I really thought you would at least text me
Even just to be friends
Even just out of politeness
But you didn’t
And I blame myself
And the funny thing is
I don’t regret it
At all
I don’t regret taking that risk
Even though it didn’t work out
But I really wish it had worked out
I still find myself hoping
That maybe you lost my number
Maybe there is still hope
Maybe you could change your mind
How’s that for wishful thinking?

What do people's names mean?
I looked mine up.
It is scarring.
I am so sad now. :(

Tell me what your name means in the comments section! 'Cause I'm curious! I won't make fun of you if your name means something insane! ...probably... lol

Would you mind being my reason to stress out over how I look and actually put effort into my appearance?
Would you mind messing up my grades by distracting me by hanging out in every thought I have?
Would you mind ******* up my sleep because I am so busy thinking about your beautiful eyes I can't even close mine?
Would you mind totally throwing my nerves out of whack by walking by me everyday so the butterflies in my stomach basically have seizures when I see you?
Would you mind scaring the hell out of me by giving me a chance so I am so terrified I will mess it up, my heart is always pounding?
Would you mind giving me a headache by sending me confusing texts that puzzle me and I spend hours trying to decode your mixed signals?
Would you mind being mine?
even just for a little while
would you mind?
what do either of us have to lose after all

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Apologies for my breakdown a little earlier.
Expect more.
I'm a very emotionally unstable person.

She could probably name your favorite show
Your favorite movie
Favorite song and color
Favorite book and favourite T shirt
And she knows she is your favorite contact in your phone
But I could name your writing style, I know the word you could never spell right as a kid I know your favorite authors and who's books you have read every single one of, and I know every crevice and silver fleck in your highest hopes and aspirations.
She wouldn't care about that stuff
...but that doesn't matter to you, does it?


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You asked me if there's anything else  you should know about me
I told you no
you didn't see me hesitate
before I said that though

I suppose that's the trouble with typed out words
I suppose that's why I didn't see
before it was too late to learn that you hesitated
                when it
                        came
                            to me

You really don't seem okay today.

Please just leave me alone.

              Sure, Let's be alone together.

I don't want to talk

                                Then I'll just listen
                            to your teardrops

You can't fix it, this trouble is
out of your hands and way
far out of reach
                            
                                Well the trouble may be, but you are
                                               not so I'll hold you until it
                                                         stops hurting.

I don't care about anything anymore
                          

                 You know that you do, or it wouldn't be this painful

I'm fine
                  I know you're not. I won't leave you until you are




            I'll never give up on you

What are some things that make you happy? (Perferably tangible things)
I need some ideas for a thing I'm doing

It's all just
caught up with me
and now I
don't know what to be
watching raindrops on the glass
like the tears I hide
the ones I can't cry
in the name of pride
I forgot how black the night could be
standing under the moon the color of dawn
ghostly glow and just like me
consumed by darkness half is gone
I know the phases change
thing's will be whole again though I
have seen icy winters but
nothing's cold as goodbye
Well I
guess I misread
our story
a fiction in my head
Twilight crept in
like mist on the lake
you always seem to
give less than you take
and I watched the starlight fade
right before my shattered eyes
seems a flame can only burn
so long before the candle dies
and I know
that I'll be okay
but I wish
I could've found a way
to make you stay

Is there such a thing as eternity?
Can forever really mean eternally when humans say it?
I base most of my analysis of human kind on off of children before they have been corrupted by society. When they are too young to worry about how people judge them so they behave naturally. They haven't learned the ways of deception yet. Twisted lies and paranoid concealment of who they really are has not yet been Ingrained in them. Children are the most reliable source to draw conclusions from about the human race's natural tendencies because their souls are still pure at their early ages. The fact that toddlers cannot focus on a single thing for long periods of time leads me to believe that our kind defines eternity as until I change my mind. Look around us at our broken world. Divorce, shattered promises, abandonment, crumpled and forgotten friendships with cracks you can still see all along the sides. So many people say forever but its meaning has been drowned out by lies.
I'll love you forever. I'll stay true to you forever. Best friends forever. Ill protect you forever.

People say those things and other people believe them...
...but is there really such a thing as forever for humankind?

You.
You. You.
You. You.You. You.You. You.You. You.
YOU
you...you...you.
Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou­youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyo­uyouyouyouyouyou
You.
.......................................you.­
You
yoU.




                                                               you


you. you, you, you.
                        

                                      you
                            you  
                                          you
                              you
                                      you
                                           you
                                    you
                           you




        you              you                                      
           you         you                you                 you       you
             you     you            you      you          you        you
                   you                 you       you          you         you
                 you                   you      you            you         you
               you                     you      you              you you you
             you                             you                                     you
           you


You.

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He spoke with an accent
He was warm and strong and free
He never gossiped he didn't like chocolate
And in the way I liked him... he didn't like me.
Playfully we threw dandelions
Back and forth laughing that day
What he didn't know
Was that I wished for him on every seed he threw my way
I liked the way he laughed
I liked his ironically chocolate eyes
But most of all I liked his soul
I liked how he never told me lies
But my friend liked him first
Per usual I place last
But I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I'm used to blending in with the shadows I cast
He even called me pretty once
He didn't mean it though
When my friend told him I liked him
He simply said: I know

Corpses corpses
On bedroom floors
The dead bodies of the hopes growing up killed
Blood blood blood blood
Flooding my mind
Bleeding long lost broken dreams from when I was a little girl
Too late to rebuild

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Okay, so basically the last time I knew you
Like really knew you
You had sharp edges
But I loved you like a sister
I really, really did.
That's why it almost shattered me
When I stopped knowing you
Because you changed
In a horrible, horrible way
The last time I stopped knowing you
You were a wildfire
Spreading too quickly
Destroying everything you came near
Everything that was ever close to you
Including us
Including me
That's when I really didn't know you anymore
The last time I really didn't know you anymore
You were just on the very edge of the chasm you created yourself
Living in a world of black, white and gray photographs from the past
The last time I saw you
You were a silent blizzard
You wore that same old long sleeved shirt
And I know why
Now I hear about you
With the wrong crowd
Probably with a cigarette between your teeth
Smoking ****
And God knows what else
I remember when you would look with distain at those who are so young
And killing themselves slowly
Now you are just another one of them
Now you are just another lost stupid teenager
Giving up on being strong
And you know what
I would almost feel sad
That the girl I loved like a sister
Has died
And been replaced
With whoever the hell this ***** is who looks like you and goes by your name
But you know what
I don’t even care anymore
***** you
You broke our bond, me, those I love and care about
By extension also my mother, ruined things for my family
WRECKED your family
So ***** you
I laughed when I heard what a disaster you have become
Because all those other last times
You had sharp edges, were a wildfire, lived on the edge of a chasm, and wore long sleeves
Now your edges have slit your soul,
You’ve set fire to your own life,
Fallen into the endless abyss and are tumbling to your death
With worse secrets than just a couple cuts on your wrists that sleeves can conceal
You are going to be a mess by the end of this
But you know what
Good.
I don’t care
I have a life to live
And just because you have given up on living
Doesn’t mean I have to
Sorry it had to end this way
But it is really your fault
And I am never going to forgive you for that
For what you did to me
A couple hours ago
Was the last time I heard any news about you
And now
All you are
Is a mess
And dead inside
But I’m not
You won last time I suppose
But now
I have finally won
Because I am alive and happy
And you are not
You can’t hurt me anymore
And now
You are just hurting yourself

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I've been meaning tell you that I'm sorry for the way
I been kind of all over the place lately
I know I been outta my mind for the last, say, two, three, twenty four months
I know I got a little too close to the ledge
and I chased my mind way over the edge
but fallin' on the way down
I learned how to fly

my biggest fear
is over your little head
Your biggest fear
is the monster under your bed
maybe five or six times that morning
I changed my hair
but you wore your superhero suit to pick me up
'cause you're too happy to care
you're too little to know real hurting
I hope you never grow up to learn what it's like
I hope you always smile with your eyes open wide
and the worst pain you ever know's falling off your bike
your mom's arms are always there
for you when you fall so hold her tight
don't waste your happy days
crying over broken toys or being scared of the night
you're too young to have cracks like me
from when someone broke your heart
the worst kind of cracks are the ones you made yourself
where you accidentally tore someone you were supposed to love apart

Kollitiki, with regard to your girl problem
if you love her
and want there to be any hope of it working out between you two
I know you have been admiring her for a long time but
I cannot stress this enough
DO NOT tell her she smells different when she is awake!

Just look at what we left shattered in the shadowy night
Just look at the wreckage
we left from the fight
I always like to play with fire you know
You're nothing like the flames I'm used to though
isn't it cold there all alone
where no one's around to hurt you
with no one but your pride there
to help you through
and the favorite of your fears
is my treason
mine's the way
you change your mind like the seasons

He says he likes to watch
Raindrops roll down the glass

Watch me cry then
I'm made of glass

Lights go out
I lie on my back
Covers still cold
Room's pitch black
My thoughts become my own
Whete life's complications can't intrude
I plug In my music
I'm in one of those moods
A thousand thoughts run
through my mind
going back over memories
chasing parts of me I can't find
I run scenarios in my head
of stuff I know won't happen
but how I'd like things to go instead
Emotion locked in songs
And though some I wish I could I can't forget
I reopen the wound with the lyrics but it aches so beautifully with regret I don't really want to let go
Secretly I like this pain
Because it's almost like I take the past back
Like standing in the rain
I over think it all
Then brush aside the mess
Because I'm too tired to sleep
And it kinda starts to hurt less
I toss and turn under the sheets
Names and flashbacks echo off my thoughts
There's always someone my mind can't shake
Tying my sanity in knots
At last the darkness overtakes me
I fade out to something surreal left unscarred
This is me alone
Where I let down my guard

There comes a time for realizations.
Realize you aren't perfect so you shouldn't try to
conform to society's shiny little frame of perfection because
it's artificial but defy definitions of
traditional beauty and perfection and create your own meaning
of flawlessness.
Realize beauty from the ashes is the
purest kind of all because
all the ugly has been burnt away.
Realize that the monsters you used to be
afraid of under your bed
are not what you should have been
fearing but the ones inside of your head,
whispering to you alongside
your inner demons and there are things
in life far scarier than the dark.
Realize there are certain types of cold
that are not wintery or measured in temperature,
the kind you don't feel but you become
and that the worst screams are silent
and not produced by lungs
but glassy eyes instead and silence
can be loud and sometimes
just because you are standing in a crowd
doesn't mean you can't be horribly lonely.
these realizations are the definition of pain
but if you trace your scars far enough back
you will find that it was all worth it
considering what you learned in the end.

The way you talk is like the morning silence
The way I walk is on a tightrope made of spider silk
None of them will remember your name
years from now but I will
And I used my whitest black
To paint you a portrait of me
But I didn't know you well enough
To know what I should be

I've been saving my words
for a long time now
but when you're alone for a while
the silence gets loud
and now I see
those demons in the dark you were talkin' 'bout
and now I see
why you were difficult to figure out

way back when I thought
it would help if I kept you company
chained inside your prison cell
the one you call your mind
I've traced your scars
back to the crevices
where you used to hide away
and those little worlds of minutes in between
where no one could ever find you

Sorry isn't an eraser
life is not a game
what I did was not a piece a paper
I could crumple up
and throw I away
I can't make it better
I can't take it back
tears can't wash off the damage
what have I done? with my pretty little act
I never meant to break all this
never meant to make this mess when
I almost spent your life
but I'd like to try again

When my thoughts crawl back to you again:

So I guess I can kind of do think all this but not to me anymore you are worth all I didn't have but to go ahead and to risk it anyway because maybe I just thought you did but you didn't do it and

You assume like that would probably work out to me by the strange logic of

I CAN'T I CAN'T BUT YOU
ME THEN TIME WAS SO COLD AND I JUST I JUST I just I just


No. No. No. No more. Never. Always. Finally.  Ending. Remember

Block it out out out
In In In In letting you in

MISTAKE
MISFREAKINGSTAKE

Trailing off
Incomplete
No hint of sense

I don't understand them either.
I don't understand you.

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I see It coming just when it's too late
my guard was already down too far
Maybe darkness can't beat the light
but now I know time can dim the stars
you tell me you feel bad
I pretend it's fine
I fake too many smiles
and say I get it too many times

If my mind were an unplugged cellphone

With 5% battery left

As I am nearing sleep

1% to obsess over aching regrets

1% to visit the land of what if and if only

And three percent...

My last 3% to cry inside for you. Not because I wish we could be together like before
Even though I do
But my final 3% spent
To cry for you
Because you aren't happy
I'd give anything

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My final 3%

Be it of my conscious

Or my life

...for you to be happy again.

Right now you could turn around
and walk away
you could save yourself so much of that
You could save yourself the pain
and the anger
and the resentment
and the screaming
and the lonely cold nights
of regrets
and aching sadness
missing what you had
You could save yourself the happy days
before it falls apart
You could save yourself from an experience
that strengthens you even if it turns out for the worse
the days you finally smile again
after being so isolated for so long
You could save yourself the waking up grinning
and the nights that feel like they last a beautiful forever
and the lovely memories that haunt you
save yourself the fear of risking that brokenness
and all that possible pure joy
Or...

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Some things I've seen
I'll never tell
Memories like
A burning hell
Recollections echo
The words still sting
I feel the piercing
Wound they bring
Remember the way
We lost it all
you shoved me off
Then watched me fall
You don't care anymore
Now that we're through
But even with my hatred
I'd still die for you

Look back at the damage you've done
you seem to leave a mess behind wherever you go
was it worth the price you have to pay now
for breaking the ones you were supposed to love no
no amount of tears can take it back
no amount of time can mend the cracks
it's the same story that you've sworn
a hundred times by now you'd never live over again
but you always do anyway
but you always throw your chances away
and you live in the world of remember when
don't cry
the past is history
I know you didn't mean it
forget your misery
don't burn the book just 'cause
you didn't like the start
I know
someone broke your glass heart
a long time ago and now
you've weaponized the shards
you've got to learn it's okay
to fall apart

I don't want the first time I get drunk to be because I want to escape reality.
So I gotta do it soon.
Because things are pretty perfect right now.
And that is usually when my reality morphs into a hellish nightmare I need to runaway from.

I dare you to read this poem
start to finish and ponder its words
allow it to linger there in your churning thoughts
and not let it flutter off with the wind and the birds
I dare you to write a response
a poem from you to me
to answer the questions a pose in this poem
consider them carefully
Why is love so impossibly complex?
Why is time so quick to slip by?
Why do people change their mind
and curse and cheat and lie?
Why is the world so angry
Why do regrets ache so bad?
Why is it we must lose it all
before we know what we had?
Why do we get attached
and learn to care TOO much?
and yearn for unknown souls to intertwine
yet recoil at a stranger's touch?
Why do we fear so badly
emotion, love, and the risks we never take?
Why do we waste the chances we get
terrified of making a mistake?
I dare you, answer me these riddles
Humanity still struggles to figure out
for the non-existent answer
lies between reason and doubt.