You left my life
as quickly as you came into it.
Fell out of the sky,
and into my lap,
quite literally!
Never before have I
wanted time to stand still,
as much as I did then.
And as the doors slid shut
and you glided away into non-existence,
I sorely wish I'd gotten your number.

I know that love has looked like an illusion to you lately.
That when you're lying with your head in your hands
with too many hours put into your midnight,
the truth of the slammed fists on the kitchen table
melts into the reality of what you're feeling.

I always knew you as a man
who kept his heart in the pit of the others,
stemmed belief in the people who had too much faith in you,
but also know that there is nothing
that you should ever have to handle on your own.

I know everything you shaped yourself after is shattered.
That you had to look your dad in the eye and listen
to him tell you how he can't cradle your mom any longer,
to see the footprints that walked you in the door
are now retracing themselves out the way they came.

I always knew you as a man
who was too afraid to be what he wanted
in fear that it wouldn't match up to what people thought you were,
but also know you gained a lot of strength
in figuring out who you wanted to model and how
you are now what that model came to be.

I know their hearts have felt heavy in your hands lately.
That you're trying to find the right way to not be so messed up,
an there's no way to quiet the silence that stings you now
between a bed that's begging to be come back to
and a place you're scared you can no longer call home.

But I've always known you as a man
who holds love as a suspension over his head
bending beauty until you were full grown,
but also know there is nothing
I'm ever going to let you handle on your own.

When you see people breaking up for small reasons.
I come to this conclusion.
Our love isn't bad.

For them to think, there won't be major disagreement.
Only mirror they not ready to be in love.

When you see people explain they was going in different ways.
Makes me realize.
Our love isn't bad.

I could offer an assessment that we came to understand one another.
But that be like lying cause we had plenty of them.
We just agree to disagree about , what truly  matters?

No relationship hadn't had financial problems.
And it's hard to avoid the in-laws that creates many of them.
Even when they mean well.

No relationship doesn't contain some kind of jealousy.
Even if it's from one side of the lovers.
Who might discover more than they was searching for.
Especially, when it's an innocent one.

I just came to this conclusion.
Our love isn't bad.
We've been happy.
We even been sad.
But through it all, we're still together.
Which I want to be forever.

Poor little goldfish, stuck in a bowl
While others wander freely all around the world
Hear a tap tapping on the glass, see the big smiling face
Of another miscomprehending member of the human race
Head down little fellow, swim on
Never getting further than where you first begun
As the water grows more murky
And fungus patches spoil the orange of your skin
Dream of all the places you will never see
Swim after prizes you know you’ll never win
Until your race is done
Your tiny tattered body scooped up and flushed away
Perhaps to join the great sea at last
And finally feel the brightness of a sunny day.

Oh where oh where has my little bell gone?
The one that I had on my bike
It used to help me go about the place
And do the sort of things that I like

I could warn others of my approach
Or greet them with a cheerful “Tring!”
Now when a bell sound seems appropriate
I have nothing with which one might ring.

So where oh where has my little bell gone?
Cycling just isn’t the same
If I find the blighter who took that bell
I’ll give him or her lots of blame.

One day I’ll find another such bell
Then I’ll be more full of zeal,
For what is the good of riding about
Without something upon which to peal?

To peal and ring, ****** and toll
And generally let the world know
That one is going places and fast!
(Hoping not to receive another such blow)

Forgive, the mother that's on drugs.
Who gave her child up out of love?
Forgive her.
Don't forget her.
For a blessing she was to you.

Forgive the father.
Who wasn't there for you?
When it seems he had the time?
But chose to be a fool.
Forgive him.
Don't forget him.
Things happen for many reasons.

Forgive the friend that did you wrong.
Forgiveness is more than hearing a song.
Forgive them.
Even if you never speak again.

Just remember that forgiveness begins within you.
It will hurt you more inside.
Then it ever will hurt them.

Their conscious will catch up.
But not as fast as yours.
Forgiveness begins with us.

If we ever knew anything about love.

Sometimes I lay in bed and miss you,
And I remind myself that I shouldn't,
I remind myself that you aren't missing me,
I think about how much you didn't care,
How you destroyed me.
Every night when I'm missing you,
With every fiber of my being,
So hard that the muscles in my stomach hurt,
And my hearts beating fast,
I try to stop and think,
All those nights you stayed up for hours screaming at me,
I try to remind myself that you didn't treat me well,
But in the middle of the night,
When I'm dozing through awake and dreams,
I don't remember those things,
And I'm just laying there,
And I miss you.