We lie in two different ways.
Sometimes we lie, and we lie well, and never get caught.
Other times we don't lie as well, and the lie gets revealed,
leaving the truth.
What I've learned is that when our lies get revealed, we obviously didn't lie as well as we could have.
This maybe is because we are bad liars, or because subconsciously we wanted the truth to be revealed.
We are all liars and cheaters alike,
But the truth is always there
Haunting us
Until revealed.

If I were to leave this world, would you remember my name?
Would you know me as the girl who tried everything they could just to make you smile?
Would you remember me as a good friend,
Or a kind person?
Would you realize that you love me and that you regret not taking any chances?

If I were to leave this world, would you remember my face?
Would you remember the freckles that appear on my nose in the summer,
Or the shape of my nose,
Or even the expression in my eyes when I was truly happy?

If I were to leave this world, would you remember my tendencies?
Would you remember obscure sense of humor,
Or even the fact I was downright insane?
Would you remember my yearning for adventure,
And trying terrible things?
Would you hold it against me to this day?

If I were to leave this world, would you tell me the truth?
That every glance we make means something to you?
Would you remember how my heartbeat sped up every time someone mentioned your name,
Or how my face turns red every time I see your face?
Would you remember my attempts of showing affection and my terrible methods of flirting?
Would you finally say you feel the same way?

Would you at least remember my name?

The trees echo my desire for nourishment.
They are weeping and shedding their leaves,
Breaking down slowly and preparing for the cold months.

Music is playing in my head as we walk these narrow streets,
Experiencing youth and lust like it was just our method of speaking.

I am only a tortured soul searching for a purpose,
but I know that here with you is somewhere I should be.

This is my life and I can't escape it,
So if I miss the train, I'll take the next one.
You rest your head upon my shoulder and smile,
It let's me know that you love me,
It let's me know you understand.

If it were up to me I'd kiss your head and tell you that you are beautiful,
But unfortunately, as a tree, I cannot speak.
The seasons come and go as they please,
so I'll just sway in the breeze hoping someday you'll climb me again.

I found that realizing you have to move on is about as tragic as becoming sick of your favorite song.
You still feel inclined to listen to it from time to time,
No matter how much you know you don't want to or need to.
It's upsetting and unfortunate, but you just to pull through it,
And live a life without music for a little while.

It comes all at once,
Like a bullet to the head,
Or a pill to your bloodstream,
Or water from a faucet.
And when it happens it hurts,
Like bright lights to adjusting pupils,
Cold water to a warm body,
Or a sharp object to soft skin.
Reality.

Soft couches,
***** carpet,
Tobacco flavored breath.
***** stained shirts,
Soft lips,
Desire for a body to hold.
Stumbling,
Falling,
Crying,
laughing.
Walking,
Talking,
Driving,
Smoking.
Kissing,
Missing,
Wanting,
Wishing.
Hazy lights,
Blurred signs,
Mixed signals.
Jealousy,
Empathy,
Anger,
Joy.
Wooden walls,
Drunken calls,
Dark areas.
Wet grass,
Dry laughs,
A night dedicated to my birth.

Someone once told me that when you crave something, it's your body's way of telling you that you need it.
So tonight when I crave your presence, I must need it.
We have crossed universes before, telling each other stories without using words;
Sharing secrets between the lips and bed sheets.
I wish I could tell you these thoughts and how your lips still seem foreign
However many times they meet mine, they still seem forbidden.
I wish I knew the secrets you keep, even though I can taste them in my dreams,
And the rare times they escape out of your mouth.
However, I have difficulty distinguishing your words.
I often see you in my dreams, confessing every thought and every concern in my being,
But you just whisper that you love me,
As if you're haunting me.