In the meantime I'll be fine
I know we'll meet another time
In my dreams, I can see
That you're like the warm and dry
While I walk this stormy line
A path that's never free, a path only for me
Somewhere you may never go
A place that you will never know
A room where I am trapped
No idea where I am at
No idea how to stop feeling
When it's my heart that you're stealing,
We will meet again
When my heart can tell my mind we're over.
When my heart and mind collide
One is wrong, and one is right,
Can I look past the dark?
Can I see into the light?

Always. Being referred to someone else.
What option do I have but to follow this wild goose chase for the sake of other people?
It isn't just me, and we aren't invalid just because we are small in number.
We matter too,
Or do you opt to forget that because we aren't a sports team?
Every year, we have been shoved into a corner of the room, even a different room.
When we aren't doing that, we are made to do the work of the class while they practice.
Do you think a little inclusion goes a long way?
That they, sharing the workload this year, would make us feel better?
There are times when we feel like dogs.
To be shoved aside and forgotten, summoned only when we're needed.
Winter is the time for lack of basic human respect.

You are stuck in my head, in my blood
To disintegrate with my antidepressants,
Course through my body like a bad dream,
Gone in the morning like a good dream.
I feel you like a ghost standing next to me,
Silent and impatient, I know you hate waiting.

But there's something about getting something well deserved
After all that time of waiting,
After all that time of wondering,
It feels so nice to get a taste of what you were patient for.

To sing a lovesick melody
Of hope and woe,
I'd never want to know
What it feels like to let you go.
I need a saviour from these feelings,
Is this what you wanted?
Be honest with me,
Are you afraid to let me go?

Do you remember all the songs we heard
And everything we watched
When we sat in your room
Wishing that the clock would stop,
Wishing that time would never move on?
We lived like a dream,
It was just you and me
To be stuck inside each other's minds
And then we lost it all.

So now you've been gone,
But you're coming my way.
I missed you, I missed you,
Never leave again
I can't face the day without you,
I don't want to doubt you,
But I am still afraid of waking up
From a dream that's gone on and on.
It's dragging, it's lagging,

But it's like a favorite book,
And there's that desire
To get to the fire at the end but
You know you will be sad when it ends
And you will tell all your friends about it,
You will gush,
You will blush,
You will rush to read the book again
And you will cry when the guy dies
Before he could tell the girl that he loved her.

So I suppose that after losing the point of this poem,
It's to say that I know you and what you will do.
Despite all of that, I still really love you.
Never lose sight of who you are,
And know that you will always have my heart.

I wish that you could fade out of my mind like smoke in the sky.
Its floats high above and never says goodbye
I won't miss it at all when it gets lost in the night.  
My memory of you could be gone like vapors in the air
Swirling up and up
Leaving me alone without a care.
You could have dissolved out like warm sugar water
Been gone like the granules
In a hot cup of tea
For me to consume and forget about
Just like you forgot about me.

I will be fine
I am alright.
Don't worry about me
Sweet dreams, good night

~
Bright orange pumpkins
And the aura of fall.
Scarecrows and bonfires,
Now I hate them all.
Turning leaves and the breeze of new Autumn
Candy corn and treats
Are the sweets that are brought in.
I've started to hate fall and all of its colors.
The warm evening auburns
And soft carrot cakes
A bonfire's red-yellow
Is all that it takes.
To set me off screaming
In a wild hate.
It seems the color orange
Is the source of my rage.

They told me that love would be beautiful
And that love would be kind.
But more and more these days I am surprised to find
That love is painful and love will ache
Love will not give as much as it takes.
I was accepting at first of this fate
But I have decided it will go my way.
I will make love, theoretically, my *****
I will make love as I sew every stitch,
I will draw lines of love one every page
I will love while I can with a furious rage
At the fact that this fate
And the fact that a mate
Should be decided for me
By a predetermined source
By a nonexistent force
According to the "way" that people go by
I refuse to never ask "why"
I refuse to sit like a calm, quiet sea
And love who is expected of me.