she always crossed the street so suddenly,
she would stand right on the curb as cars flew past her.
she wanted to drop out of high school.
run away, and just live her ******* life.
she hated being tied down to something or someone.
she taught me life shouldn’t be taken so seriously
and to live in the moment more often.
she was this mysterious, fearless girl
who wanted nothing more than to figure out this huge ****** up world.
h.d.

maybe i will miss the trees
i thought lying in my bed
for the last time.
after all they were the
only thing that never left.
i hated it here.
nothing but vacant "im sorry"
and transparent dark walls.
but after all these years
i never quite noticed
how much i'd miss the trees.
h.d.

i looked at you twice when
you said "I like the blue bruises
on my wrist" I think you said
that to scare me away and honestly
you almost did, but I stayed and
held your hand and you wouldn't
look me in the eye. i finally said
"I like them too." and I swore you
had the happiest face, then you
realized what I said and you started
crying saying "one day they will
be healed and gone." and I never
felt so confusing sitting in the
dim light in your basement
on the cold ground.
h.d.

the sun starts to set so soon
and you stopped smiling as much,
and the leaves started dying.
it made me scared of the winter,
but I hated the heat.
h.d.

three months ago I saw you,
and God you brought me joy.
you filled my days with happiness,
even though you were just a boy.

two months ago I saw you,
i froze right where I was.
I swore my heart stopped beating,
and I felt that pain
that made me go insane.

one month ago I saw you,
holding someone else's hand.
she smiled and laughed
and I just sighed,
I wander if she knew you lied.

this month I saw you,
roaming aimlessly through the hall,
and for once I didn't run into the wall,
but walked right by like a stranger.
h.d.

the leaves were falling
the way i was falling
for you. //
h.d.

it was the music,
if it weren't for the music we wouldn't be friends.
she would be alone with nothing but a bottle of anti-
depressants and darkness.
but i am here.
i will always be here and i will never leave her side
because life might not be a bucket of rainbows and
flowers right now but i believe that one day it will be.
and i will be here when that day comes.
and i really hope she never forgets,
it was the music.