Persistent in consistency,
And while eventful, still regretful,
Forever remember that day in December,
That cold night and those street lights
That once held all the dreams we might weld
And countless days of sunset rays,
Never forget, I'll remember you yet.

Rugged thief run,
Tear my heart in two.
I've had no fun,
Being here with you.
Some days I'm beauty and some days I'm grace,
Others I'll punch you in your face.
And most of them, well-
They're a living hell.
Why do I feel so out of place?
There's nothing wrong with confidence,
If only I weren't so dense.
Because beauty and excuses
Have no good uses
As long as we're broken and bent.

The truth is,
I can act like I'm okay,
But I'm not.
Sometimes when I smile, I am dying.
Sometimes when I smile, I am actually happy,
Because sometimes I forget,
But then it comes back.
My smile fades.
You come flooding into my head,
And there's nothing I can do to get you out.
There's no alcohol strong enough to wash out your memory,
No drug cancerous enough to **** the thought of you.

You are always there.
Even when I think I'm okay,
Turns out I'm not.

I'm always thinking of you,
And I check less often these days,
But I still feel the urge to.

We never got that dance, you know.
It should have been as sweet as our first kiss,
But we both know
That no matter how hard we try,
We can only be as smooth as crunchy peanut butter.
It's a good thing, in our own way.

I might feel like we fit,
But you might think our pieces are a bit rugged,
That we may never meet and lock into place.

And your voice is still like music to me.
I might not hear it,
But I still remember it.
And every time I know someone else is hearing it,
My heart breaks a little more.

And I know I can never be that person you need,
I can never have that beautiful face that you deserve,
And I might never have that captivating character,
The one that keeps you glued to me.
But, despite all of that,
You are still perfect to me.
And yet you still thought you were never enough.

I still cry.
When you said you loved me,
You built me.
You broke my heart with every kiss,
Every syllable,
Every breath.

You are my amortentia and you don't even know it,

                                                                                                                     Do you?

And in times of great distress I find myself wondering
If you found true love in your mistress?

She came in and took your heart,
She walked by and her scent lured you, but she was unwelcome.

Like candy in a van,
Like candelabras to a modern home.

Acrylic to canvas,
Adding a color and vibrancy that was not there before.

And, like a thief with gold and no intention,
Another abyss she was, and she aimed to take you with no purpose.

Now you are hers alone but she won't have you,
And now you are chasing to keep something which was never meant to be yours.

Her lure is gone,
Her scent eradicated,

Don't come running back,
Don't even think about it.

You left,
You made the choice.

You chose Miss Trespasser.

There is nothing like the color green.
Creation, and everything about youth,
Captured in green.
Envy,
Tranquility,
And renewal.
Found everywhere in nature
Because it is natural.
There is nothing like the color green.

And I will soon forget your name and face,
Just as you forgot I even existed.

Dear Teacher,
What have I learned from you?

The world is not really as it seems
And now I know what '*******' really means.

I know that the world won't stop for me,
Not matter how bad I wish it to.

That no matter what,
Trying won't get you anywhere, but doing will.

That no matter where,
What I learned is really useful.

That no matter when,
There is always time to read, think, and analyse.

Thank you for teaching me this year.