Sound out the words,
Made of letters,
Like gentle feathers,
Sliding over skin,
Wonders coming from within,
Not from you,
But from me,
Sometimes because of what you do,
Changing topic now and then,
Letting you see,
Just what lurks inside me,
Until you know it all too well,
Then I break the spell,
Let you see all I can be,
To see if you'll leave,
My heart is on my sleeve,
Yet there are pieces on the floor,
I should have sewn them in more,
My sleeve is bloodied,
From the broken pieces,
Cutting me open as they fell,
And well,
It's no change to you,
I shouldn't love you the way I do,
Shouldn't forgive when what you said was not true,
Yet I did,
And here I stand,
Holding what connects my hand,
To the rest of my body,
Tied messily to my long sleeve shirt,
Stopping the bleeding,
Somehow not the pain,
Realizing you and I are both to blame,
We are not the same,
This was not a simple game,
This was my heart,
And everything is even more torn apart.

A broken system,
Overheating with feeling,
My mind freewheeling,
From usual thoughts of nothing important,
Getting lost in heat,
So I try to beat back the emotion,
Trying to get rid of every notion,
Everything burning in my mind,
Hoping I'll find peace,
Instead of peace,
I accidentally hit the switch,
Leading me to nothingness,
Shut down mode,
Like on a computer,
Without a restart option,
Like a robot's off button,
Or putting something on autopilot,
Not giving a fight,
On this emotionless flight,
That will last the whole night,
Giving close to no one a fright.

Fresh pain,
From crying I refrain,
Then I become fine,
Throw it from my mind,
Peace I could finally find,
One comment,
I'm back down again,
Without an end,
Back down a spiral of having to be okay,
Needing this anger to go away,
Hating the transfer of mad to sad,
Taking a breath,
I force myself to be fine again,
Nothing to ever be said,
No problem to address,
To myself I confess,
That this silly cycle is a mess.

Slipping into myself,
My answers getting emotionless,
Hiding the stress,
Quietly falling to my knees,
Trying to show the beauty of a breeze,
Once you can't feel,
All I can do is pretend being with you again could be real,
Of course that is intangible,
You are too far,
And I am to distant in a different way,
Watching the grass sway,
I sink into myself,
And slip away,
First in typed responses,
Then in life without your presence,
Losing  myself in essence.
Feelings and another person,
With that is disappear,
Into my mind,
Where there isn't much to find,
Except deliberate words and disappointment,
Spilled on your screen,
For you to read.

Word by word,
Forming sentences,
Hitting send
Hoping this won't end,
Waiting for a reply,
If I don't get one I might die,
Well...that is a bit of a lie
You get my point,
Checking relentlessly,
Hoping it delivered,
That it was read,
Wanting to see what they said,
Over and over,
The same cycle,
Hoping the person on the other end doesn't throw a curve ball,
Hoping that you won't be so stupid as to fall,
For a stranger,
In a game of conversation navigation.

Something I say to myself,
Setting up a good challenge,
Press the record button,
Take the picture,
Own what I am.
That is what I dare you to do.
I dare you to
Type the message,
Find a place to put your ideas,
Let fingers fly over keys,
Don't be afraid to fall to your knees,
Just go for it.

Something everyone desires to be,
At even a little capacity,
Humans want to be so similar to each other,
Then at the same time want to be different and stand out,
Leaving room for doubt,
People believing that differences are all good or all bad,
Normal is customizable though,
Depends on where people are,
Who can be considered a "star"
While not being removed too far,
Giving them a human element
For others to relate to,
Hoping they aren't alone,
Looking up to someone on an imaginary throne,
A place they got placed,
Having their progress traced,
Planes, train, cars, and buses chased
For no reason in particular,
Besides the fact they are so normal,
Yet somehow stand out,
In the perfect balance of normal and idol.