Can we fight this,
this challenge.
Of long distance.
It hasn't hurt us before, but it hurts a little right now.
I feel like this could be different, or bring us closer than before.
Your a college girl.
If anything happens and one of us changes,
Know I Love You at this moment,
This moment could last or just be another memory.
I don't want to hurt you I just want to love you.

and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ******* with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it

You deserve everything I have worked for,
For you are me.
Shine and dine take a sip of whine for me.
Hope its where we are meant to be.
Because I'm clueless on who I am to be.
If I am happy that's great by me.

What if stars were people and when one starts to fall,
Its someone ready to live on earth.
What if we went to another galaxy,
And saw ourselves?
Would we see a completely different person?
Or see the past over again.
What if their was time travel would you try to change your past?
Their are so many possibilities,
People might not think about.
Could something I said even be true?
What if we were someone else before,
That's why we see celebrity photos compared to someone that lived years ago.
What if I was named a different name.
Will we ever know the unknown?

Change is around the corner
Every generation has something new
We are getting wiser with technology
But
Weaker with the care of health of our world
How can we keep other generations
If we throw away their costumes
We are about to be extinct like dinosaur's from before
Why did we have to start locking our door?
Why did we start stealing from our neighbors?
All we need is saving and it begins with someone like you