I feel heavy in my chest
And fatigue is my only friend
This is what I accept every day

A coal black soul
I look for ways to cope
Look around and stare

There is a way of sleeping
And not knowing when
To wake up because you
Have no one to wake up for

Through restless pupils,
I struggle for success
I bend over backwards
To try and be something—
What is that word to me?
Is it the answer to feeding myself
If I end up without a bright future?

I used to wonder what struggle was
As though my teachers
Didn't define it clearly enough
My mom explains to me,
Be something—don't settle
For the basics like I did.
I wonder if she bruised her nose
Searching inside thick textbooks,
Questioning what it would teach her
And where her future
Would be in twenty years
Did any teacher show her
How to pay her taxes
Or write cursive as beautiful
As she writes it today?

All I ever think about is
What topics I'll be forgetting next
And what grade I'll manage on the test
Maybe one day my children won't
Be forced by their teachers,
Who listen to a corrupted government,
To learn to hate the idea of learning.

The time is 5 a.m.,
Time for school,
I repeat.

We cross paths and I want to scream
At the thought of not saying hello
It isn't just a simple kind of romance
When society has their opinions equipped
Why does wanting you feel so wrong,
But loving you feel so right?

I can see us together in my dreams,
With my arm around you as we sleep
And we embrace our warmth beneath the sheets
That will be when I know that
I've felt your warm beating heart.

Maybe one day I can call you mine
Or say that you got away
But I know better than anyone
That you either stay forever
Or break off, only to wonder,
*Were they truly the one?

I cry for my past self
As I search through the wreckage
Of past mistakes to find him
In this world, I am left with pain
And a reminder of my history
It is an archive of mistakes
That stands at the forefront
Of this abandoned earth.

I find him cold and naked,
Laid down in a manger
He looks so emotionally pure
I wish I had found him sooner
I pick him up and cradle him
We cry with all of our might
And synchronize our heartbeats
To remind each other that
We're the same human beings
Then his fragile body collapses
And I'm left with ashes in my hands.

In this moment, I am left with closure
But I will never have another chance
To fix my past loneliness and troubles
So I walk back home, where it is then
I will find enough strength to crawl my body
Through the depths of pain and be set free.

I had post-its all over my desktop
that each reminded me of important things
but never could I put down your name
because let's face it, you could never be mine.

I'm a little selfish
when I think about you
with anyone else
and I have to watch my mouth
when you are mentioned by friends
oh, they don't know what I have
on my ***** mind.

A wise man once said
All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream
which made me feel as though
love is truly ******* impossible
when it comes to you and I.

I want to crash my soul into a million pieces
like the way my heart breaks when I see you
what's the point of this useless *******
if all I do is see us on a stage of camaraderie
where everyone is oblivious to my feelings
and you won't bother with looking my way?

Oh God, please look my way!
Come here!
Hold me! Kiss me! Love me!
Lover, will you give me a sign?
It's like I have to dream
every time I want to caress your body
or say what I feel
without sounding disgusted with myself.

I'm so utterly locked in these closets
looking for answers that come close
but never quite finding them.

My heart bleeds fire
in your presence

                                                                                     i must stay away,
                                                                                     you'll only be hurt

                                             I'm calling for you.

We were thick as thieves and
Now I feel so alone


                                                                            i ache with the reminder
                                                                            that our love is fated

                                             I’m waiting on you.

Give this boy a chance,
He has only ever faced pain

                                                                              this boy swims in
                                                                              guilt for loving another
                        
                                             I'm thinking of you.

Look at me once
And love me for all I am

                                                                take my hands
                                                                and lead me towards the truth

                                              I'm drowning in you.

And I climb aboard the fears
Of being a man in love
I jump into unfamiliar waves
But it feels easy to be forgotten
And start off in the crystal ocean
I want to grow - with you - in life
If I put you in love's way
I take another part
In being a man who loves and aches
All the same
When my fever is 103, am I thriving
In the clean sheets of passion
Or am I lost in the eyes
That take me to the promised land
Of eternal happiness

I know this world will never be perfect
As long as hate and disapproval exist
It is the end of 2014,
And we have improved so much—
But where would we be
If we stopped now?

I want to see happiness slam through
This world like a battering ram
I want a brighter and ignorant-free future;
All we look toward is discrimination
We need to stop fighting over everything
When will we realize that we're all the same,
That we're all different for a specific reason?
It doesn't matter what you believe in, or
What we choose to convince one another,
Open your heart up a little
And let happiness pour in—
Only then will things become better.

Ignore the television,
Ignore the internet,
Ignore the ignorance,
Ignore the troubles,
Listen to your voice;
It is telling you to speak out.

I focus on your eyes
those two deep blue oceans
and wonder why you wave over me
yes, it's true that I'm imperfect
but are you any better?

You can't feed me servings of silence
like an unsolved piece of a puzzle
please move your stiff ghost occasionally
let it consume something other than
your tortured, self-consumed mind.

These walls keep you from leaving my sight,
yet why are they the closest from tumbling down?

Only prayers keep me sane anymore.
                             ...
Resting my eyes as you call out my name
you whisper it to the shadows within the clouds
but only because it's forever the name of a stranger.

You died,
and a year has passed

I don't know how to explain
how much I miss you
without being stabbed
by needles in my throat
sometimes I wonder
if the pain from losing you
is drawing me closer to you
but I pray it isn't time yet

You died,
and a year has passed

And every time I write those words,
it hurts me inside
because I can't believe them;
it can't be about you,
you're here

You died,
and a year has passed

I loved and I lost,
and I will continue to love
with your memory inside me
with every person I meet

I died,
And a year has passed.

Sometimes you feel like a badass,
Walking around no worries,
No cares, no concerns, nothing
You carry everything except hope
Inside a black backpack.

Sometimes I think that
Going home and running away
Are one and the same
Why choose both?
When a loving family is there
Waiting for you at the end of the day,
Can you ask for anything else?

Sometimes being a rebel
Isn't all it seems to be
And you find foolishness
As a wish for childhood
Even if for just a minute.

A past weighed heavy on my chest
I took my chance,
I watched it burn
Out here I can cleanse my hands from its ashes
Awaiting your arrival
Follow the stream until you find me
Tell the others you've gone to sea...

Boxes will remain boxes,
Resting in the same place
Even through dark nights
As if they must understand and
Know that they can't do anything;
Nothing is worse than having nowhere to
Go to for a home.

Feeling like a deserted ship is a
Rite of passage that everyone will
Experience in their life; the
E**scape is further away than you think.

Tomorrow never feels right
Today becomes wasted
While I sit miserably
With a mind idle and weak
And yesterday? It burns
Straight into my skin
It's a cigarette, with its ash
Kissing my skin and landing
In a new direction
That I can't seem to find
I'm on my knees, crying
Over a situation I can't solve
But the steps don't seem impossible
So I accept that I'm wrong
And I'll see my mistakes one day
Next to my beautiful reminders
Knowing that though I have come far
I'm the same bright burning star

What am I to say?
The first line of the day
Had to be proclaimed
Like a daily announcement
You mistook my observation
For an emotional concern

I don't love you and
I don't care to either
You are a difficult beast
Enslaved me for years
Expected me to share
My intimate nature with you
No, I could not
You don't talk things through

You went insane, like me
Trying to do your best
I share your dedication
Nothing more
I will have vanished
You will spend another year
In a bubble
Made up of denial

But if I miss anything
It's your unique way
Of saying "I love you"

You tell me not to leave once more
while I step right through the door
It must hurt to see me move on
To see what you did was wrong.

And I know we can't try anymore
We treat each other like we're four
If only you cared about me
I wouldn't have to be set free.

Your insults draw a thin line
But crying—that's anything but fine
You love to make things worse
Don't try to treat me like your first.

Stop the tears and sobbing
Everything you say, my head is throbbing
I must try my hardest to move on
To see what you did was wrong.

And I still cling
As I bridge the gap of confusion
Painted across your brim grin
You’ll never know what it means
To stay awake for the hazy mist
To pass on by as you gasp for breath
On the descent towards a dark abyss
**** what the others told you
**** what the others told me
I crave the moon, the stars, the planets
And what they tell me I am to be
In the mystery of your name
As witty as a boy could be
I couldn’t forget the first time you kissed me
As Leviathan carries me towards death
I drown slowly into the scaly dimensions,
Much like I held you in my arms
I’m flung from the soft skin you embody
And into a pit of wondering
I’ll cling, but for how long?

She stayed true to the pearls
That she lassoed around her neck
And kept her heels on tight

Her tears would fall down
To the rhythm of a folk song
She would slowly sing along
In a lamenting fashion
She could never admit that
Being alone in this world
Was so hard to handle
On her own

She wanted God to bring
Down a glimmer of hope
That would guide her back
To something much better
But all she had ever heard
Was God calling her home

And in every bathroom mirror
She smeared the makeup to
Resemble a clown
And it suited her
Every night

I'm one step closer to
Losing my ****, I say,
Knowing very well that
I'll need more than prayers
To keep me in a state of contempt.

Am I too much to handle?
Socrates once questioned
His own existence, so
Why can't I? There'll be
Nothing left of this page
If I speak my mind
And scatter my brain matter
Onto these overnight fears  --
Not in a literal sense, unfortunately,
But in a way only I can see.

When I think about the times I
Ever had a true sense of keenness,
All I see is a notepad with
As much emptiness as
The ideas inside of my cranium --
But look at the **** you'r--
Can I be any more clear? This ****
Is nothing but another daily reminder
We tell ourselves each day; don't
Act like you haven't thought this way.

When I've found the answer,
I can say that my abstract outbalanced
The complex and my bad outweighed
The good, because what else can't
A 16-year-old boy keep to himself?

I won't be anything to you, you
Who planted the seed in confusion
Never knew I would be a product
A spawn of accident I was
Swimming in mystery, living without thought
You became a man of higher proportions
Seven feet tall in a blurry photograph
In my dreams you stood unnecessarily
Before I knew myself, I barely knew you
Giving you a second chance
Might have been the scariest thing to him
There is no fixing what was never there
No hating what I never loved
I'm stuck with confusion as well
Who am I supposed to call Father?

Crimson leaves,
Falling.

I have a book on my bed
that might never be read,
and the last of my thoughts
are anything except dead.

Does anyone wish for immortality
in the days of adulthood?
Is maturity a slow killing process
or just a way of inviting life inside?

It's nights like these
where I don't see
the point in anything.
For crying out loud, is there a point
other than the constant reminder
that life begins when you do?

Each day, her head swiftly shifts
so that       I might,       more easily,
lean in to untangle the silver chain
from her leather string necklace;
                              and each day,
her summer skin, the cool sensation of her
breath around my lips as we kiss,
               entangles me.

Hello, darling,
I see your coat is ready
To be put back up on the rack
I decided to marry you
And now I know why.

Tired, darling?
I want to make dinner for you,
A wine and dine for the two of us
I hate to see you this tired
After a long day.

What is it, darling?
I know there's something on your chest
So please, get it off for me
Were we made for each other
For you to break this news to me?

Okay, darling,
I'll fix some supper
This leg of lamb could fit you nice
Swung into the air with my hands
And onto the back of your head.

All right.
So I've killed him.

Where did you come from, bright star?
What heaven did you leap from, dear love?
How can I spell your name
Without the sound of autumn
Underneath my tongue,
Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half
Bless them for bringing me to you
How can I say your name
Without also breathing the words
My god, I found you.
How can I ever speak again with this mouth
When it has found where it belongs
When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lilies
I will build a house and fill it with evergreens
I will paint sunsets on every wall
So you can only see beautiful things
How can I say love
Without wanting to fold myself into you
Like a thousand paper cranes?

Dear one,
I was halved the moment I was born
Either piece of me is inside of your mouth
And I was found whole the moment you spoke.

I’m a civilized individual, I must admit,
Caved inside a privileged home where I
Live in solace; it’s hard
To complain about anything else
Living isn’t the same as living, and it pains me
Each day is never like the next
It took me years to hit my lowest, and somehow
I still function with this empty gas tank of motivation—
I’m the true face of an unwanted miracle.

I feel like Jimi Hendrix at his lowest,
After his high during Woodstock
I live in a world where expression
Is laughed at, casted off as batshit crazy—
Maybe this slump of mine is the great art project
That Andy Warhol never got to craft
Of course, he would never give this mess
The time of day; no one wants to see
A car crash of lost innocence
I should be out on a football field, people say,
Acting as defense, yet I can’t
Even defend my internal suffering
Life’s a ***** with those kind of things
To cover up and protect other people’s ugliness.


I would never want to do that; I’d rather slowly
**** myself ten feet away from a computer screen,
Reading the ****** judgements of the world
And understanding that I’m not the only one
Living a life of regrets and decisions.

Oh yes, life is a *****—
But it’s the most interesting ***** you’ll ever meet.

i think its safe to say now
that every time i’m with you
and every time i look at you
there’s one thing that
always stands true
that my heart tends
to beat a little faster
and all my worries
i seem to look past them
cause at this point
you're the only one
that i could imagine
having the perfect life with
this is just how i'm feeling
my love for you has no ceiling
and if you feel the same way
let's seal our love with a ring
you're the only one for me

How did things change so quick?
I'm left at home
Without a call or a click
Of a button, how unfortunate
How have I loved this hard
Only to be abandoned
I'm left with no answers
Each night, you burn holes
Into a man who did nothing
But love and stand by you
Was there for you,
Willing to give you some space
Why do I have to suffer?
You don't deserve me, indeed
And maybe I deserve better

In three seconds
We'll be the talk of the world
The lingering at its max
Fire burning to a scorching blue
The two of us swimming
In a pool of seduction and intoxication
I see your soul in the distance
In between the ocean
And the clouds, white and clear
I occupy your holy space
Your entity fills me up with utter delight
Let's think for a moment
Do you need your job?
Do I need anyone else?
There's no telling
What words mean right now
As I stare at the definition
Of desire

Dolores has heart-shaped sunglasses
And a tattoo that reads carpe diem
Oblivious to when she got it,
She tells me that she must have
been in a happy kind of place—
A place too unfamiliar to her.

As if I understood her ennui
I listened to her stories and nodded
Could she possibly be invincible?
Is she not like most other girls?
To mistake her for flirting was the first problem—
The next to watch her hysterical cries for help.

We sat around one cold busy group of locals
To find that we were two warm idle strangers
It was an unlikely pairing indeed, us,
Able to tell each other the truth,
Able to admit our feelings;
It went hand-in-hand all the same.

I know we all live a life of sin
We all say on thing but mean another
We all want a happy future—
But is it wrong to wish that life,
In all it's stunning yet strained space,
Could move on and love without me?

You have never heard of an island
with as much grace in your life—
But I have, and I see it shining on through.

I have a body made up of skin
and a heart made up of stone
I wish I could rip it out of my chest
and stomp out all of the darkness
I have too much pain inside
to be choking with pride.

Am I drowning?
No,
you don't need water
to feel that way.

In an instant, we are born
And in an instant, we perish―
A vision of life before our eyes

You live on a canvas,
A blank easel
The need to be alive
Comes to you in your dreams
Like a spirit in flight
A body brought back to life

As much as you pain yourself
The pain is noticeable
But you get back up again
The strongest ones do.

The girl with purple hair is sitting at my bar again.
I think she is beautiful. And not in a way that I wanna have awesome *** with her but in a way that I want to drink chocolate martinis with her
and go shopping for christmas vests that have tinkly bells and possibly polar bears with hats on them.
She is having a full-body cry. I am the worst bartender, simply
because I don't know how to counsel people without crying back at them.
She is crying about the state of women.

I know that we come from the same rotting wood, so all I do is nod.

"How is it that three quarters of the women I know have been ***** or molested?
What does that say about the men that I know?
**** is not a man behind a bush with a knife, she laughs
It's kissing you on the mouth like whiskey at a nice bar."
The girl with purple hair and I are holding hands now,
"I only wanted an apology,
an acknowledgement of what occurred."
Grappling as artists, as girls, as ships in bottles,
how do we change any of it?
I tell her I am going to write a poem.
She says no one wants to hear a **** poem.

And I know she's right.

Have you ever seen a stampede of horses?
Do you wonder what the hooves look like from underneath?
Have you ever tasted the blood from biting your own lips because you couldn't say no loud enough?
"I never fought back. I kept my thighs tight and
closed, but once he's inside you, you wish you were the streetlamp, the
store clerk, a street lamp, a bed of calla lilies-

anything but a woman.

In that moment, our eyes glaze over, and they stay that way for years.
That's when you've lost.

The girl with purple hair is sitting at my bar again.
I think she is beautiful. And not in a way that I wanna have awesome *** with her but in a way that I want to drink chocolate martinis with her
and go shopping for christmas vests that have tinkly bells and possibly polar bears with hats on them.
She is having a full-body cry. I am the worst bartender, simply
because I don't know how to counsel people without crying back at them.
She is crying about the state of women.

I know that we come from the same rotting wood, so all I do is nod.

"How is it that three quarters of the women I know have been ***** or molested?
What does that say about the men that I know?
**** is not a man behind a bush with a knife, she laughs
It's kissing you on the mouth like whiskey at a nice bar."
The girl with purple hair and I are holding hands now,
"I only wanted an apology,
an acknowledgement of what occurred."
Grappling as artists, as girls, as ships in bottles,
how do we change any of it?
I tell her I am going to write a poem.
She says no one wants to hear a **** poem.

And I know she's right.

Have you ever seen a stampede of horses?
Do you wonder what the hooves look like from underneath?
Have you ever tasted the blood from biting your own lips because you couldn't say no enough?
"I never fought back. I kept my thighs tight and
closed, but once he's inside you, you wish you were the streetlamp, the
store clerk, a street lamp, a bed of calla lilies-

anything but a woman.

In that moment, our eyes glaze over, and they stay that way for years.
That's when you've lost.

My intentions are weak;
This much I know.
But I try my hardest
just to please you each day.

If I fall            Why don't you
you fall.          try a little
I don't             harder for me?
want to
make things
worse.

We could make the memories
between you and I cherishable.
Lessons are the things
you experience daily
with no sense of reason
on what they actually
do to people—like us.              "Keep me in
I hope that you observe           your memory
the clear drops of rain              each day
that touch your windows.       you walk
They have the right idea—     the narrow
to move on to better places.    sidewalks."

In the bedroom,
The shadow shows a champion
We come to life as the sheets come undone
I'm loving myself while making love
To you
The rhythm is voluptuous in my ears
If you were me, what would you do
Cascades of pink and red
Gliding down your back
As I climb onto your up-to-no-good desire
Eat me up, love
A safe space, loving you down
Can I tango with the beauty
That is your seduction
Will I be the same man
Giving you this fall from heaven
In the morning

In a deep, dark hole
I hear her whispering my name
She says do not fear, my dear
I am forever happy.
Like a wildfire
She was there...
Then was washed away.
Gone.

My heart was too filled
To carry that love along
Even when the knife pinched our minds
Tickled our nerves
And told us
This will work.

My mind played tricks on me
Said this love would be a lasting success!
But this mind is deceiving
Like the weather when it says it will stay cool
But in return, it sends out a strong gust of wind
And hot, scorching flames that engulf your words
And slur your speech that once had the answers
And this flame screams...
I AM YOUR PROBLEM

This wind made you rethink all possible hopes
Told you that the dreams are just enemies
Within the battlefield you call your brain
That try to enter and attack the lies
Hiding from you.

These lies are the same ones that said
She is going to be yours for eternity
The ones that said
Isn’t lust the same thing as love?

Even if I can’t repair our mistakes
And even if you won’t give me your word
The ocean will stay blue and cold
As my heart will.

Because closure is all I think of anymore
It’s all I daydream of
So if our lives grow old and distant
I will once be all that you ever dreamt of
But in the end, I was lost.
Gone.

Good sir,
I'm dreadfully tired
Like the moon in a cascade crescent
I'm flushed out of all my water
Bounded and chained by struggle
I dip in and out of a lifeless frame
Resorting to sleeplessness
And as red as the Red Sea
My blood flows deep
High on emotion
Drinking from the well of plasticity
And fabricated tellings
Nothing smells the same anymore
Much less the rain waiting at the front door
As you walk in from the news
Put the keys down and weep
As another is slain and forgotten
So I ask
If we are in control of the passageway
To a satisfying future
Or flushed away by the stories
Of a world gone mad

For 20 years
I suffer 20 tears
But more than you think
I slash out the tires
While I carry an albatross on my back
I can burn neither of them
And God laughs at me
For He knows that my heart
Is feeble and vulnerable


For 20 years
I’ve sat and drank the poison
Lived the good lies
Of an inauthentic life
For every sleepless night
I carry this body of mine
To the wonders of certainty
And miraculously make due
With this punctured hole in my soul

For 20 years
I melt into an iceberg
Warm on the edges
But ice cold in the center
I ask you
The one who loves me
In the times I lose myself
Break the pain
And the bones that suffer as well

I'm only but 19
Yet I've held it all in
Like a brazen bull
For 20

I have become a self absorbed monster
Living in two worlds consumed with each other
I keep my head held high toward success
But fall short when I lose my best

It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is free
I worked my way up to the top
Cause fortune without luck is nonstop
What is real anymore, am I in control?
It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is free

I don't need friends in high places
They're just a bunch of pretty faces
I'll be in a deeper hole than before
And no one can help me anymore

It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is free
I worked my way up to the top
Cause fortune without luck is nonstop
What is real anymore, am I in control?
It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is free

I've got a one-track mind
And a wealth that's just fine
I close my eyes and I see despair
Nothing else I can see to compare
It's a time for a change

It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is not for me
I worked my way up to the top
To find that fortune without luck can stop
I see an open door, I am in control
It's a cruel world to live in I see
But fortune without luck is not for me

In the grand scheme of life
You see me, a lost dreamer
Standing on the periphery and
Fantasizing at what might be
Genius it is to live someone else's life

Then I found him, in all his scars
He was a kind soul trapped in beauty
And I found him, oh how lovely it was
I never thought I'd be so lucky
In all my circumstances to be given
Such a beautiful man, such a warm heart

It is us, all of us, nothing but us
He shares his life with me, and I accept
If this should be true, I accept all
I will take his love in my palms,
Caress his purity and die right there
In a blanket of protection and serenity
All is not lost, just found in him.

Behind these four walls
I see a man looking for an escape
He grips a knife, looking at possibilities--
Perhaps he'll slash his wrists
And let his love pour open;
Maybe he'll **** the noise
That surrounds his daily fuss;
Either way, I know better
Than to answer the calls of such a man
In the mirror, I see him, say goodbye
And wonder when we'll meet again.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, darling,
I am not your Romeo.
I could shape and mold myself
In ways that would make you happy,
But I only look after myself.

It's a strange thing, being bit by a snake;
The venom is just too much to handle alone.
So it's no surprise that I shared the pain for
Four years to find that my soul-mate is nowhere near.

Before a story is ever continued
It must fully begin
My life has been confusing
Because of this
I never know how to explain my own story

Look out my window
There's a lifeless frame in the streets
As disturbing as the truth
The violins make their dark tremble
The walls talk to me in whispers
But always wish to scream
They just sit and stare
As cold as that frame

I'm drifting along the streets
Ignoring the cars and the people around
There's a beauty to loving yourself
And embracing sadness at the same time

I'm a ghost
Overflowed
Chambers of saccharine delight
Sounds I've never heard before
You send me to the places
I never knew were inhabitable
Like the prophet of Shawnee
I died twice
Once when I flung myself
Into the traffic of desire
And then when I realized
I was yours and you were mine
It's so late in the night
To say
My heart is running in circles
And a young lover
Is a young lover

Within us all lives a spirit
There is no easy way to decipher it
It creates feelings inside of you
That you never thought you could have
Your spirit leaps from brain to heart
In a matter of seconds like a tick
And makes your life choices
It chooses your first kiss,
Your first feeling of true despair,
Your first opinions of other people
And yes, it will choose against you,
But you will forgive and forget it,
For it is the bravery you don't have.

We all begin life floating in an endless bubble,
Looking for something to save us
Some of us find solace in divinity,
Others find the warm call of love
But we all have our spirit to thank
For finding our bubble and bursting it
Even when you live in the corners of the dark
And have no way of being saved,
It will find you.

It found me.

Good luck to my future
With the best of intentions!

I promise that life will prove difficult
And that you'll want to give up,
But strive forward my friend!
For when you look up into the sky
And see a solitary star floating forward,
Know that someone is watching over you.
Those are angels lifting you up off the ground—
Not to take you off with them,
As you wish,
But to help you see another bright morning.
Think of those angels as family,
As old friends,
As current friends,
As future friends,
As myself, telling you that you're alright.

So I sit here writing to you, my beautiful future,
Saying this:
Don't ever let go.
Please have hope.
Stand tall.
Hold onto faith.
There's too many problems in this world
And too many terrible people
To have a great person leave this earth
Like a speck of dust cleaned off the shelf.

I hope that one day this will be read to you
Like a lullaby in the middle of the night
That will rock your fragile body to sleep.
Sleep, my friend,
But not for long.