Everywhere I look your face appears.
It haunts and stalks me wherever I go.
Your voice sends my heart into overdrive,
And I hate when the rhythm changes.
I hate when I hear a song and it reminds me of you.
Did you know that you are the only thing I think about?
You toy with my emotions as if it is a game, and you would do anything for me to lose.
You taunt and mock me at every chance available.
You always win.
You will always win.

Fana no iro Fa
uturi ni keri na
itadura ni
waga mi yo ni Furu
nagame sesi ma ni


The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life goes by,
As I watch the long rains fall.

Everything.
Everything's gone. He was everything.
There's nothing else. Nothing but this.
Left alone. Pills. Gone.
Eyes close.

Floating. Nothing makes sense.
Pieces of memories. Friends Family.
Everything that mattered. Before him. Before this.
Pain. Crying out. For comfort. For warmth.
Don't want this.
Don't want this anymore.

Eyes open.
Mom. Dad. Hospital. Tears.
Love. Real love.
It's not over.

Doctors. Questions. Worse pain.
I'm lucky. So lucky.
Visits. Friends. More tears.
Never again. Promise.

I'm still here.
He wasn't everything. He wasn't love. Wasn't worth it.
Still lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky for family. Lucky for friends.
There's a reason. Always a reason.
For me. For you. For everybody.

Life. Precious. Never waste it.

i'd throw rocks at your window in the middle of the night just to see your sleepy face

They ask me what I see,
What I see when I'm dreaming,
What I see when I'm listening,
What I see when I'm writing,
But I don't see; I understand,

I understand how minds work,
I understand how hearts work,
I understand how my world works,
But I don't understand them.

Why can't people accept it?
Why do they need to know why?
Why do they want to know?
But they don't want to know why; they want to know what.

If I see their futures,
If I see the dead,
If I see words before me,
But I don't see; I understand.

So when they ask, what do I see in you?
I don't reply. I smile,
Because when I dream,
And I listen,
And I write,
You know what I see?
What I've always seen:
You.

I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.

What is love?
Is it the touch of your hand? 
The beating of two hearts as one?
I guess I just don't understand..
Is it something that just happens?
Or is it  more planned?