the average lifespan of a butterfly is one month
but mine have been in flight for five years, now
they must be composed of some kind of magic
they skipped the cocoon
started flying the moment i heard you could
dance
i always thought
my butterflies were fluttering to escape but
maybe they just want to
dance
too.

Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.

But,
What if we have it all wrong?
What if reality,
Isn't what we think?
What if our dreams were reality?
A world where we can fly,
Lounge above the clouds
Have super powers,
Fall in love with no complication,
Always beat the bad guy.
Why do we always-
Have to accept that we are stuck,
In such a horrible world
When we have the power to go other places?
Why can't sometimes,
We just dream?

He is so mean to her for no reason.
She always wonders why...
Until one day,

she found him crying and asked what's wrong
boy: "nothing that you can help me with! leave me the hell alone!"
girl: "why do you hate me?"

boy: "I hate you because I can't have you"
girl: "why can't you have me?"
boy: "because I love you too much to accept you being with someone like me."

I always told you i dont know what i did to deserve you,
And maybe i didnt deserve you.
But i still love you like theres no tomorrow
Maybe you just came along to show me life was worth living,
Indeed it was after i met you
[emphasis on after]
But it means nothing without you.
Ever since i met you ive beaten myself up over the times i wasnt there for you.
They asked me to describe you and all i could think of was the warmth of your hugs and the sound of your voice,
The way you put up a brave front all the time,
Your inner child,
Your giggle and your smile,
They asked me if i like to go sight-seeing,
But all i could think of is how your eyes shine like the full moon,
how your hugs make me feel like im at the top of the highest mountain
So yes i do like sight seeing
They asked me once if i like to swim
And all i can think of is how your voice makes me feel like im floating in the ocean.
So yes i do like swimming.
My love for you is like numbers
Never ending
Infinite
All i want you to know is that i spend most of my time thinking about you
Hoping we'd be thinking of the same thing
So that our thoughts would meet
Right now im thinking of the ocean
(I hope you are too)
Our thoughts could cross paths at the ocean
(Maybe not)
I will always think to myself
'You'd love this, i wish you were here'
Because everything beautiful makes me sigh,
Sigh because as beautiful as it is it doesn't compare to your beauty
You're stubborn and im hot headed
You're insane and i love you

breathing itself
having to fill a cavity inside your chest with temporary oxygen
even this reminds you
that you're not whole.

It’s becoming clear
Old fashioned romance is dead
I want an LTR
But they want to hook-up instead.

I want long term dating
Not short-term flings,
I want tight and secure
Not something no-strings.

At my age I never considered
Meeting someone for a hook-up
This is a crazy situation
I just couldn’t cook up.

This casual dating I find
Is just making me frantic,
Somehow it doesn’t jive
With an old-school romantic.

For a writer
It’s like committing libel
To a true believer
Like speed-reading the Bible.

Now I sit here wondering
Should I accept the latest fashion,
And let them satisfy
Their hot-blooded passion?