Humans were never meant
to live forever.

Even if Moses lived
To be one hundred and twenty
Eternity will be spent
Somewhere better and more peaceful
Than this place we call home
But until that day
Each of us must realize
That our days are numbered.
So we must live now
Because we are dying
It may be slow
But it is still happening
We can't control it
No scientific progress or research
No hand of a miracle
No magic potion
Absolutely nothing can save us from oblivion
So if you love someone
Tell them
If you hate someone
Tell them
If you have a secret life
Let it thrive
Be the greatest person
You could possibly be
Love as if it were your last day
Breathe as if it were your last breath
Smile as if nothing has scarred you
Touch as if tomorrow you cannot feel
Speak as if your mind is pouring out
            its every thought through your tongue into the air
Think as if you are a psych major
And die
As if you know
That everything will be alright.

(k.g.)

You broke my heart & scattered the pieces so that no one could find them; I think you may have even kept a piece for yourself.
Regardless, I keep finding you in between the lines of my writing and I can't decide if it's because I subconsciously want you, or need you.
I promised myself that I'd learn to live without you, but somehow you're the air in my lungs, & I'm choking on the thought of what we were.

I’m so afraid
That I
Will always be
The one
That loves
More.

there was a point in my life
my whole world revolved around you
I could only think of you and I needed you close
every single thing made me think of the memories
we have made together, the smiles and tears we shared.

after a while things had changed
you had changed, or maybe it was me
the people always needed me more than they needed you
it was my way of life to live in my own world and be myself
you were always jealous of it and I never understood why

I became a child of the dark and you choose the light
from that day you looked at me different
no more spark in your eyes, it was disgust.

autumn came
the leaves let go of the tree
they left the save place they called home
and so did you

you give me
that kind of feeling
i want to repay,
by doing
a poem for you
every single day,
i want to
especially write it
along the sea bay,
because you haunt me
in a very good way,
and i will let you fall
with empty words
that i say.
(j.a.t.m)