My world became more colorful after you left, but I find myself missing the black and white.

It was just you, and me.

I was night, and you were the feeling of the sun on my skin.

I was death, and you were my 16th birthday.

I was fear and you are...gone

You are the feeling of the sun on her skin, you are her 16th birthday, she is courage and you are there.

And as I see her in your arms thoughts race back to my 6th grade science class, to the day we learned white was every color combined.

And as this thought rolls over in my mind so does the realization that when I used to hold you I was holding the rainbow.

You are white, and you have found someone who is not the absence of everything you are.

You are white,

And I am black.

Violent crimes and endless ****
The mark of shame for youth today
Media has their price to pay
With genocide, a way to fame.

All the internet and tv
Desensitized us to what we see
Feeding the corners of imagination
Sweeping across our entire nation

At what price do we offer knowledge?
At what point do we see progress?
A narcissistic culture is being mislead.
Where no one hears you,
until you are dead.

I have 2 recient guys i was seeing....

One is old and should be  or act like a normal adult...

the other is younger and sort of wild and fun.....but a youngster..

the youngster acts more like an adult then the adult does....

How sad is that (for the old man?)

Coming down and over
With a narcissistic tide
Daddy's little nightmare
but to momma she's alright

Punched with independence
to hide her own stigma
Breaking hearts left and right
Out for lust, not love

Regurgitating phrases
as if anything was new
Somehow I was blind enough
to ever be with you

I'm never turning back again
You're only burning time
You have taken happiness
But you'll never take my pride.

Can we just discuss how unattractive I am?
Insecurities **** my good qualities.
I have a lot of love in me.
But that doesn't matter if I get scared.
And I am scared.
Constantly.
That everyone will leave.
And I'm so so sorry.
Everyone, I'm just sorry...

Its nice being out here with you
the wind stirring up the smoke
feeling the warmth radiate off of you
hearing you breath.
hoping that you have all these thoughts that run circles through my head

Deeper than deep
Never let me go
When my world crashes down
And the storm winds blow

When I’ve cried my last tear
And I’ve lost my last will
Deeper than Deep
Remain with me still

I imagine this could be what death would feel like.
Hoping someone cares, but never knowing for sure
That lost feeling, like everything's kind of falling apart
Wondering how to go on, but not wanting to.
But the difference, my dear
          is that I would choose death a million times over again if it meant not losing you.

All the memories I ponder
and to where I've gotten
If there's anything to fear
It's to be forgotten

I'll always know who I am
But will others too?
The answer is so clear to me
It distorts my view

All the friends I've gone through
yet no one by my side
But each and every one of them
completes my whole life

I don't let it get me down
Friends come and go
It's not that I fear change
I fear being alone.