Your silence
speaks a multitude
more than your words
ever have

There will be nights for driving home
accompanied by sad music and tears
There will be mornings when the sunrise
is so bright that it fills you with hope
There will be Mondays that are dreadful
Tuesdays that are just as bad and worse
Followed by adventure filled weekends
There are always going to be days
and no matter what those days bring
we have to immerse ourselves into them
When we are sad we must grieve
When we are happy we must glow
Don’t live each day as another
to simply check off the list
live them as their own
This my friend will give us a masterpiece
for life: a collection of beautiful days

Your lack
of appreciation
for my poetry
and favorite songs
says everything
this art is what I am
if my soul has a language
this is it
if you can’t speak it
I don’t want you

I talk too much
Words spill out
haphazardly
Whereas you don’t
You have little to say
and I take your silence
as not caring
rather than simply lack of words
I talk too much even for the both of us

Traveling is like a drug
I’m high when I reach my hand out
the window and feel the wind
When I stand on a mountain
or with my feet in the sand
For a moment this is reality
and I never wanna go home
The world is home

I used to share my poetry with you
but I don’t anymore
It’s so personal
I don’t think you truly appreciate it
Not that it’s beautiful or artistic
but painfully honest
Maybe I’m looking for someone
to empathize with me
and you can’t

‘What would you do if we were no more?’
You told me you’d be sad
and you’d cry
That’s really all you said
I was shocked
If you left I’d fall apart
right onto the ground
Each piece of me would lie at your feet
It’s sad, but true
I would shatter and be engulfed
I’m more dependent on you
than I’d like to ever admit

He is the sun
I am the moon
He’s attracted to me
because I’m wild and dark
I wonder if he realized
I’d unintentionally take his sunshine

We aren’t okay,
but that’s fine
I’m what he needs
And he’s what keeps me together
We hold one another
so tightly
that all the shattered pieces stay
We let our brokenness
bind us
I’m still unsure
if this is beautiful
or tragic

Vincent Van Gogh told us
normality is a paved road,
a comfortable walk,
but that's not what I want
I want to dance in a field of sunflowers
I want to breathe blue skies and sunshine
I want to climb mountains
Therefor there are no paved roads for me
Only the ones less traveled
and they will make all the difference

I think we're all just broken people,
searching for souls that make us forget
how much we're really hurting