I still love you
but unfortunately
I lost my self
in the process
of loving you...

dreams of the night are long songs
sung because the day is too short
and there are no distractions in sleep

"Curiosity didn't **** me"* said the cat,
*"She just introduced me to the wrong crowd"

I'm always the strong one,
The positive one,
The funny one.
But strong ones don't mark their skin is secret,
Positive ones don't think about suicide everytime they close their eyes,
And funny ones don't lock themselves in the bathroom and cry to the point where they can't breathe.

So do not call me those labels, because it is simply not true.
-a.c

When I travel, I find home.
Home is so strictly defined and constricted
****** in, forced to **** in,
Constrictions put forth by suffocating friends
Where small towns tighten the rope
It has placed around my neck.
I am the dog on the leash that is surrounded
By every tree and every ball in the biggest park
Who is tied to the tree and forgotten
Beaten and told to stay.
We grow up being force fed the idea of thinking small,
Staying small, working small, living small
But this world is too big to live small!
I travel and find the people that I call home
I find the shacks and shanties and weathered souls
And every single person you and I will meet,
Mutual or not,
Knows something that you and I don't know
And if that doesn't spark enough curiosity,
Get out of the house.
There is so much to learn and so much to absorb
And maybe your house is your home
Everyone, at some point, has a home,
Some just travel with you,
Others you have to find.