I don’t know how much you can see.
I try my best to hide it all.
I keep my emotions under wraps.
A cool, collected exterior.
Strong and solid.
A barrier between my emotions and the world.

Beneath this barrier is a sea.
A tumultuous and roiling sea.
In this sea I’m screaming.
Gargling and choking and coughing.
My lungs filled with liquid pain.

Every day I want to let it out.
I want to expose my inner feelings.
But I won’t,
Because that’s too much hassle.

Take your knife and line it up.
Make me bleed, just for a cup.
Plunge it deep and pierce my soul,
It was yours to keep, yet here we roll.

I think I got run over by a truck,
But maybe that’s ‘cause I gave a ****.
Go ahead and twist your knife,
My once well-loved now spiteful wife.

In my suffering you bask,
As blood drips out despite my mask.
I think it’s time to make it real,
These visions and thoughts I feel.

The stage is set, messages left.
Time for self inflicted theft.
There’s a hole in my chest,
And you thought I spoke in jest.

The last laugh is mine.

It’s your birthday today, and I wish you well.
You turned 17 turned today, and all is well.

You’re nearly an adult, yet somehow so young.
You’re two years younger than me, yet somehow just one.

You’re the epitome of a teenager, and the envy of many.
You’re flawed and imperfect, as any good human is.

Never forget, you are a good human.
Live your life to fullest, and with no regrets.

Happy birthday,
A~

She wakes up every morning, love in her heart and guilt in her head.
A forbidden love doomed to fail.
Modern day Romeo and Juliet.
Her love is only matched by her fear.
A love that crosses continents and traverses oceans.
A love simple and pure, golden.
Crushed underneath the only forces selfish enough to try,
Religion and family.
Traitorous little things, beliefs.
Every belief will tell you it’s for your own good,
Yet often they seem to crush the youngest and happiest into misery.
Her love for him is battered and bruised,
Pushed into the deepest recess she could find.
She’ll discover the only thing worse than forbidden love,
Is the depression of forced separation.

There’s a ghost on my shoulder.
Sometimes I can look to my right and see it riding there.
Sometimes I look into the sky and see it floating there.
Sometimes it stands beside my date and watches with a warm smile.
Sometimes it invades my head mid-sentence with a memory.
Once in a while I meet someone who makes this spectre a memory.
This is how I judge who I should pursue.
If you’re so boring as to leave me daydreaming about a spectre past,
You aren’t for me.

The water strains through your hair,
Little droplets flung into the air as you turn.
Your smile at me,
The slight exasperation from your lips.
“Do I have to?” You ask.
“Of course,” I clap.
The brush hits your hair,
A knot makes you grimace.
Your hair slowly puffs,
You finish and present.
“Like an angel made for me.”
You huff your irritation,
Your head a puffy fluff of hair.
Yet,
One look at my simple smile,
And you plan to say yes if I ask again.

Oh we will be together at the end,
And I will meet up with you at the bend.
Oh we will meet up at the gate.
Because, our love will propagate.
Oh we will be together.
And we will be forever.

Oh at the end,
Up at the bend.
Across this sea,
Remember me.

I loved you true,
I hope you knew.
I will always be here,
And you may always be there.
But I hope you know,
Youve made me grow.

We will meet up at the end,
I hope you treat me as a friend.