To her,
who resembles
the forest,
to her,
who dressed up
for the party
with tales from the Vienna woods.

Living in a bubble.
Unaware.
Laughing at everything,
Singing every chance she gets.
Handles things nicely,
But cracks under pressure.
Loves music.
But usually she's her own audience.
No one believes in her,
For her dreams aren't easy to reach.
She's not the best.
She's not the worst.
She isn't right.
She isn't wrong.
She isn't pretty.
She isn't ugly.
She's more than meets the eye.
She's concussion prone,
And she likes to run.
She couldn't cook if her life depended on it.
Fear doesn't knock her down,
But it shakes her.
She hasn't a clue what to do,
If accidents occur,
But she is me,
And I am her.

A lonely day,
in my bed.
Waiting.
Waiting for
hello.
I miss you.
Anything.
I'm sorry, she said.
Me too.

Before then,
we had nothing
but ourselves.
Laughter, holding hands.
Long deep talks about everything
and nothing at all.

My heart colder than the air of February
outside.
We didn't speak again.
At least-
for a while.

When she left,
my morals followed.
My head is lowered and
I am ashamed.

I have never loved another
quite like I love her.
Her eyes, lit the deep sky.
Her touch, could soothe the stings of one thousand suns.
Her laugh, seemed to carry my sorrows
away from me.

I see her in everything,
in everyone I pass.
Pieces of her.
In every song I hear,
a bittersweet memory.
A memory that stays
through my days and nights.
Her laughter is my lullaby.
Thoughts of her embrace
Shelter me from the cold.

And when it's time
for me to leave,
it's her, I know.
Standing at the shore,
kissing me sweet farewells,
and wishing me off.

And so I went on a bicycle ride
Straight like an arrow
Towards the water
Because
This one time
I went there and it was quiet
and nothing made sense
Today there was a building
Building noise into the silence
So it wasn't the same
I saw a muskrat
For the very first time
And the water was different
but my head went quiet again
And I stood there alone
Surrounded by the world
none of them noticed
when I laughed

I just want to stick my entire body in a bottle of water
Don’t drink me
Just let me be

Let me float in its paradoxical waves
I don’t like it out here anymore

I just want to go back to normal

If I ever was, normal.

I am Tenacious like a stubborn lion
But sometimes I only have life by a thread
And I walk lethargic almost as I'm dead
But I keep going
Disregarding the dread
Like a soldier far from home
I lose hope when I stumble
But remain strong like a stone
Step down from my undeserving throne
And become humble
Fight the strongest temptations
Keep on my righteous path
Even come the lowest rations
I push on
Remain on my straight line
Come hell or high water
I'm bringing mine

John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.

He picks up her broken body
And whisks her away.
Away to a world where her pain is gone.
Where she can dance all night long.

He only carries her until
she can regain strength.
He knows he has to let her go.
For this is her battle to fight.
But tonight, he is her guide.

They can forget their troubles
Together.
When the time comes
For the moon to go down,

She'd rather stay
In this world of pretend.
All she wants is just one night.
Even if she is living a lie,
She wants to be here forever.
With him.
With this world.
This world can relieve the pressure.

to feel anticipation with the slightest notion
   like the sound of waves crashing

on a distant ocean
thats what
you do to me