You are not terrifying or strange or beautiful;
someone everyone
knows
not to
love.

Did you know
you can break
things and people
just by breaking
yourself and vice versa?

I loved you.
I didn’t want
to know anything
about you. All
I wanted to know
was how I felt
about you. I felt
that was enough.
I might have felt
wrong.

I love you
but I will
come between us
sooner or later.

Ever since you
the only good thing
I had going for me
was slow death.

I only amputated
you because I wanted
to carry pieces
of you around
with me everywhere
and anywhere I
went because
I needed
to stop
missing you.

I could have saved you.
You could have saved me.
You could have saved you.
You could have saved me.
We never had
good enough reasons
to.

We doubt that ghosts
and monsters and
demons and angels
and other
creatures of myth
and legend exist
all the while
we are looking
in mirrors.

We tried
to save
the earth hoping
mother nature would
soon give birth
to the answers
to our prayers
before we had to
leave this world.

What was the point again? What was the point anyway?

Who has never
felt sick
in and of
their own skin
anyway?

I know
I will
always
love you more
because i know
you will never
love me back.

We go in
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as if we had
a choice.

These feelings
were all the moon's fault.
It will never apologize.
Maybe it doesn’t have to.

I guess there's really no up sitting at a bar trying to find happiness in a cup.
I'm trying to be a man you see hiding my emotions while I try to fight off this insanity, but there's really no help.
Love comes through but when it's gone I'm by myself.
So what do you suggest I do?
Put on a fake smile, and laugh at a joke or two.
You see death for me is hard to take, and it seems that every time I sleep all I see is her face, but not the one of smiles and life it's the one in the casket where someone's turned off the lights, and for the life of me I can't remember her voice when I try, I hear the mourners and the pastor hollers rejoice.
What tears me up the most is my father's tear soaked face.
It shattered my illusion that for a man to cry is a disgrace, but the fact remains the same, my sister is gone but I'll never forget her name.  
"Tashona"

I know what I see in you.
pain, frustration, regret,
for people who
care about you.
I know you see.
I know you hear.
I know your hate.
I know your love.
I know your tragic story.
I know your in pain,
so just let it all go.
When your in pain,
think about the
good times.
Think about when
people cherished you.
Think about your
family and how
they love you.
Think about how
worried your parents
get when they
can't find you.
BUT, remember this.
Everyone cares about
you and what
your feelings are.
But, you have
to be the
one who let's
us know that.
Open your heart
of hate and pain.
Then you will
really see when
people love and
care for you.
-Sign LINK THE HERO OF TIME-