It was somewhere between
The edge of tomorrow
And the break of dawn
When I decided to take a plane
Across a dark expanse
To the city that never sleeps

In some strange utopia
Where men and women flit across
From avenue to avenue,
Skyscraper to skyscraper —
I was in the middle of a hive
Where the bees never cease to buzz.
It was a beautiful yet horrifying maze
With allies that crisscrossed heaven and hell,
The certainly uncertain knowledge of what lied ahead
It was an adrenaline that could not be quenched.
Blink for a second
And you might find yourself
Lost in the modern labyrinth of Daedalus
Yet falling into the unknown
Was the part that kept me awake.

I saw you along a black and white corner
Amidst the hustle and rhythm of the concrete.
You stood there as if time had no tomorrow,
Leaving the rest of the world to spin on its axis
As you stood your ground.
Perhaps by destiny, I saw you in the greyish fog
That blurred the shadows of moonlight
Cast upon the metropolis skyline.
But in this monochrome existence
You were in technicolor.

You scraped the heavens
Higher than any iron spear.
You were the compass
That gave direction in an urban jungle.
You were the silence
In the ceaseless tumult.
You were the color
Of a life that lacked a bit of flavor.
You were the light, a pinch of stardust
That shined in the wake of the morning sun.
But you,
You were just a dream.

I wish that time was like a schedule,
That you could plot out the dates
And never feel uncertain of where you were going.
If only time was definite,
That it was a railroad track turning left and right
And never feeling like you didn’t know what to expect.
Why can’t time be on time?
Instead of leaving me waiting for something to happen.

Time hasn’t exactly been a friend of mine.
Sometimes we’re moving too fast,
Others we move too slow.
Often lost and fogged by smog,
Yet with every chug it gets a little bit clearer.
But time has done one thing right,
Time brought me to you.

Time allowed for a brief moment of our lives to intersect.
As if by fate, we crossed paths and pulled the brake.
We stopped for a minute, you and I
With no worries of what was and where we were going,
All that mattered was us, here and now.
And now lasted forever.

But let’s face it
Life is locomotion
And time is an unstoppable momentum,
A constant that can never be defied.
I wish that I could just stop with you forever
But that’s just not how destiny planned it for us.

So we move on.
On a different track, on a different road, forward.
Our lives moved in opposite directions,
Further and further away from the another.

But no matter how far apart we are,
No matter how many mountains you’ll pass
And rivers you’ll cross
No matter what direction you'll take
I’ll be there.

And wherever we may go someday,
near or far, high or low,
At least we know for now
That now will last us forever.

Wanderers. We’re all just wanderers
Hermits on a journey to rest
Nomads who have always been lost
Hitchhikers on some random path
Nobodies who’ve never had a place to call home
But I think that if you take a closer look
At how wonderful every detail is
Then maybe home becomes something
That isn’t just a roof above your head

Maybe home is a warm smile
The feeling of light coming in
As you let out a solid laugh
Or seeing those flawless whites
Shine from ear to ear
And hearing a terrible joke
That made you giggle nonetheless

Maybe home is a simple Hello!
Hey how was your day?
What’re you doing tomorrow?
I believe in you!
Hope you’re doing fine!
I’m always here for you okay?
… And that person who listens
Even when no one else will

Maybe home is waking up each day
Having that glimpse of the sunlight
Brisk gently across your stone cold face
The smell of breakfast and a new day
A chance to begin again or to start trying
To live each day like its your last

Maybe home is a warm embrace
Reassuring you that everything will be okay
That no matter what happens you will never lose me
And even when I let go, I’ll never leave you
Sometimes all you need is to feel wanted, needed, loved

Home. Home has never been a single place
For us to go back after each dragging day
Its more of those moments we take for granted
And the people that are too often overlooked
Perhaps we should stop searching for home
And let home surround us instead

I don’t understand why it hurts so much.

Why does the thought of you with him,
Feel like a dagger in my chest?

Why does the thought of you being happy, without me,
Feel like I’m being suffocated to death?

Why does the thought of you forgetting me,
Feel like I’m empty and broken into pieces?

I don’t understand why it hurts so much
When you were never mine to lose.

I walked into a room filled with unfamiliar faces.
I sat down and felt a chill of insecurity creep up my spine.
I looked around and I saw you for the very first time.

You and your crooked smile and awkward laugh.
You being the center of attention in the room.
You and your ****** yet wide eyes.
You and your gorgeous hair folded behind your ears.
You and your sporty look because you knew you could work it.
You and everything about you.

Never did I think that
love at first sight was ever possible.
It was an absolute cliche.
Then I saw you, and I knew
that I was in deep **** right there.

I will never forget the first time I saw you
because it was at that instant that I knew
that I loved you beyond sanity.

The harsh reality about everything and anything is that
all great things come to an end.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’ll never forget the midnight conversations we had,
nor the times I dreamt about us being together.
Not a day will go by
where I won’t think about you,
or your plans for the day, or who you’re with.
But the hard truth is inevitable.
This isn’t me giving up.
This is just me accepting that we will never be.
You and me was a simple fantasy in my head,
but let’s face it, not all fairytales have happy endings.
I know that I’m not the best for you.
Seeing you with other guys, smiling and laughing ;
I’m beyond happy for you.
As much as it may ****
that I’m not a part of that happiness anymore,
or that I know that you’d be perfectly fine without me…
Yeah it hurts, but at least I know
that somewhere out there,
you’re having the time of your life with someone else —
something that we never could’ve had
no matter how hard I try.

It takes about 365 days for the Earth
to make one complete rotation around the sun.
It takes 365 days to make a year filled with
memories and experiences that one will never forget.

But the crazily depressing fact that I’ve recently learned
is that the world won’t stop spinning,
nor will it tilt off axis, if I disappear from it.
It ***** to know that you can live 525,600 minutes
without even thinking of me.
I hate the thought of being that worthless —
that even if I just turned invisible,
you wouldn’t even know it.

It hurts more than you think,
realizing that I never mattered that much anyway ;
To know that you’d be perfectly fine without me
heck maybe you’d be even happier that way.
I can’t stand the thought that
even after the 365 ways I’ve tried,
you’ve found 365 more to get away.