hey,
yeah hey you,
your heart may be hurting,
but no need to feel blue,
don't believe he left you,
because he was never truly with you,
he had her,
you wernt his true focus,
only a side fling,
what does that mean to you,
he may have said things
you'll never forget,
but he was lying,
only trying to make you,
believe in nothing,
you may have loved him,
but baby,
it takes two to tango,
and your dance partner quit on you.

When my hands become too shaky too write,
and my eyes too crusted over to see,
be sure to buy me a tape recorder,
because for the rest of my life,
my emotions will be set free.

Tears are blinding as the page is filled,
with words written, full of meaning,
all in pursuit of wishing you well.
Our paths are distraught,
jutting in different directions,
disrupted by poor choices,
and fitting consequences.

No matter how fitting,
nothing has ever hurt more,
to know you'll be gone kills me.
With the exception of possible visits,
It's possible I'll be nearly 17 by the time
of your reentrance into this crazy,
ever-changing life.

A life where my only correspondence now
with the woman called mother,
is through letters tearstained.
I send them anyway,
knowing they'll be written
without the presence of moisture,
in the corners of my eyes.

Sometimes I drag you down.

Can't handle it when you go out
because your freedom unintentionally mocks
my caged-in state, clanks a mug against the bars
of my prison. I didn't pick this.

Didn't pick an age that came with limitations,
but I guess I'm stuck with it
and **** you're stuck with me,
stuck with my shaky words that come from
shakier hands. Stuck with breathy phone calls
when I'm sad and don't have the heart to tell
you that no one actually has the power to fix it.

Stuck with these eyes that imitate thunderstorms when I'm being just
a tad bit melodramatic.
What do thunderstorms look like
through those kaleidoscope eyes of yours?
I bet they look like depression in a bottle,
ready to be forced down like shots of anything
that'll make me forget.
I'm beginning to understand why people
become alcoholics and that's terrifying.

You're stuck with everything I've ever been
and everything I'll ever be. Truth is I've ruined
every good time you've tried to have since you
got together with me. And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being a buzzkill. I'm sorry for worrying. I'm sorry for wishing I could just go with you and I'm sorry I can't.

You swear my age doesn't bother you but I'm
afraid sooner or later it might begin to.
Your age means freedom, mine means
nine o'clock curfew on school nights
and eleven o'clock ******* bedtime.

I'm an adult in a child's body. Betrayed by the number of years I've been alive.

instead of dancing in the rain we
let it chain us to the bed post
and i don't think i'll ever forget how
your hands felt at two am when
you should have been home but instead
our legs became tangled and you abandoned
the idea of sleep and took the time to devour me.

Take a look in the mirror,
Is this problem getting any clearer?
You're a shell of a woman,
Completely hollow,

Scars they decorate your arms,
And that bracelet with 3 little charms,
That one your daddy gave you for christmas,
Right before he left us,
He left for the country, wanted to get away from the high life,
Go back to where things were simple,

That bracelet,
Its your only connection to him
And you never take it off,
You say you never will,
And there are parts of me that believe you,

The three little charms,
Ballet slippers, for when you took tap,
Saxophone, for the side of you that loved jazz,
And a heart, to let you know he loved you from the start,
He'll love you until the end, even if you never see him again.

Daddy isn't doing so great,
Lost nearly half his weight,
And as he lay on his death bed,
All he wants to do,
Is see his little girl again,

He takes his last breath, screaming your name,
Now all you want to do is go back in time, and warn him,
Warn him of what is to come, tell him to stay with you until his final day,

And ofcourse, he wouldn't listen,
But atleast you would have been able to try,
Try and save your dads life.

There's electricity in the air,
And you think I don't realize,
Your standing,
Right there,
Wait maybe,
This is something I wasn't ment to see,
Who would think you would,
Kiss anyone but me,
My heart crumples,
Hits the floor,
Well you did it,
You were infact,
The death of me

What is the definition of emotion?
Is it a feeling? No. It's the power to feel,
Only certain people master this, others just seem to fail,
Step into the other persons shoes. Look from the other point of view,
Then, maybe you'll know what its like to hurt,
To express emotion is human nature,
So go on, tell someone you care,
Tell someone you know what they're going through,
Make it about somebody else, instead of you,
The earth doesn't revolve around you, this I don't believe you'll ever understand,
So what is emotion, you ask again,
It's something not many people have nowadays,
The power to show you care,
People lack this,
If someone needs you, just show them you're there.

There are a few things I could probably never say,
like how the curve of your smile literally
shoots electricity down my spine,
or how your embrace is better than
any prescription a doctor could prescribe.
You are my sun,
and my moon,
and its scary because before,
the stars were like simple string lights,
and now they're cacophonies of light,
that give me hope when I think all dark has descended.
Your power over me is frightening.
It's like I'm walking a tightrope,
and you're a gust of wind.
If I have to fall,
I just pray you'll be there to catch me.

Quit rhyming,
not every line has to be in time with the next,
and not everything has to make sense,
poetry is feeling,
creativity,
there are no rules,
no guidelines to such art,
just do whatever may spark creativity,
or even curiosity,
who the **** cares?
just write.

Don't mistake beauty,
for the truth,
Instead, dig deep,
and look beneath,

For theres always a lie hiding,
behind even the purest of eyes,
and while she may be smiling,
shes secretly dying inside,

Dying to become known as real,
instead of just what people see,
dying to tell the truth,
instead of living the secrets shes tried so hard to keep,

"And whats the point of living,
if as we age, we only get closer to the sky"
she whispered in an almost inaudible tone,
and she simply said no more,
because no one, can tell the secrets of the unknown

The table top is littered with empty coke cans,
and the bills are three weeks past due.
The baby is screaming for her dinner
but the poor mother is too transfixed by her own
concoction of poisons to take notice.
So while her baby girl shrinks,
her face will bloat from the sodium,
another tell tale sign that the cooking wine has been abused,
and she'll never stop sinking,
into her self created pit of despair,
because she's like an anchor that way,
and she'll always find someone else to bring down.

Late night thinking,
Will be the death of me,
Theres too much to think about,
I can barely breathe,

Thoughts,
They cloud my mind,
Suffocate me,
All the time,

If I could stop thinking,
And just shut off my mind,
I'd do it in a heartbeat,
Just to stop the suffering,

If I could speed up time,
I would,
Just to go to a better time,
Where things weren't so **** hard,

I really have to stop thinking,
Its really beginning to **** me,
Like I said guys,
Thinking will be the death of me,

Why won't my mind shut up?
And let me sleep,
I think I deserve some peace,
Because I'll have to face tommorow with a brave face,
No matter how much I'd rather stay asleep.

I've stared into the abyss,
For so long,
I fear its looking back at me,

Realizing all the thoughts,
I'm too afraid, to speak,

Digging into me,
Learning more with every,
Tear that falls,

I've been staring into the abyss for so long,
It knows me,
It knows my story,

It knows all the secrets,
I tried so hard to keep,

All the haunting memories,
I tried so hard to erase,

And it knows of these words,
How I scribbled them across the page,
With tears running down
My cheeks

There are things that schools,
have simply forgotten to teach us.
Things that you're better off
once you know.
Like how the sun always follows
a rainy day.
Or that you're only as happy as
you'll let yourself be.

The simple things, that no teacher
has ever learned to teach
are the things that fuel us to keep going.
As long as your feet are on the ground,
it's never a bad thing to explore the clouds,
and to never let the negativity
grow to more than a whisper
in the back of the mind.

These are the codes to life
wake up; smile.
Be thankful for what you have,
and always be hopeful of receiving more,
because no amount of happiness
is "too much"
and remember that bad things
are only temporary.

Bad things may come in threes,
but so do good things,
and the lessons taught by our trials
are more valuable than gold.
If your nose is pointed at the ground,
you'll never smell the coffee
So chin up, smile.

Teachers never taught us happiness.
never taught us the delicacy required
to wipe away tears.
Never taught us how to deal with
sudden cases of sorrow.
These lessons will take us
the longest to learn.

So here's to a new curriculum,
one that teaches pain.
Because you can't learn to smile,
without having once felt tears
streaming down your face.
But also one that has an extensive
lesson planned on joy.
Just so you really know the difference.

Always overthinking everything,
No matter how big,
No matter how small,
A mountains a mountain,
No matter how tall,
These words I live by,
In these words I trust,
Always overthinking,
Is definately a must.

This too shall pass,
No matter how endless it seems

This too shall pass,  
As long as you're here to comfort me,

With you, Im invincible,
I've never been so strong,

And I'll never stop believing,  
In your arms, is where I belong,

So just love me like todays our last day,
Just love me, and I'll stick by your side,

I don't want to go anywhere,
Unless your there, standing next to me,