This world is so frantic
that in a blink of an eye
your sights have transformed.
A face blurs as you pass.
The storms come and go.
Names are lost in your mind
to the expressions they were once fleetingly attached to.
Every second is a mere breath we take for granted,
each step only taken with blinders to our destination.

Sometimes I think we all miss
the little things that ‘liven us.
We don’t stop to just take in our visions.
This I challenge you.
Stand, just to feel the wind between your fingertips.
Walk aimlessly while a light drizzle splashes your skin.
Look to the sky, close your eyes, and bathe in the sunlight.
Stop on a crowded street corner,
and be amazed at each individual life around you –
Everyone has a story to tell… or one to hide.
Understand that. –
Take a moment to breathe the air around you,
and be grateful for it.
Appreciate the scent of a flower in passing.
Watch the purples, pinks, yellows, and blues dance with one another
as the sun falls asleep on the horizon.
Don’t let your sight fall short of what your eyes are bringing to you.
There’s so much more to life than,
well,
your life.

You see my thoughts as I do.
And before I get a chance to shout them to the world,
there you are, beating my declaration,
claiming your own.

Your eyes see right through me,
to the brick lain so heavily in cement.
Your breath is a tornado.
Your gaze is its storm.

Just as I’m beginning to think I have some grip on this world,
that I can make a difference,
that my life is a significant, precious jewel
so rare that even the richest of men wouldn’t waste me…
I see you again.
And I see a man so in tune with his talents,
yet so lost in them.
And everything else.

Stop reading my mind.
Stop understanding me.
Stop knowing me.

Because you don’t know me.
I convince myself of this over and over
until the words in my brain are moving so fast
that even I get dizzy
and must rest my weary eyes
‘til the morning sun evaporates every leftover
drop of dew that may have tainted my soil.

Until the clouds come again, my friend,
I have conquered my soul.

Dry your eyes, dear,
for your tears are wasted on the untrue.
We can’t see your gorgeous smile
behind the salt.
The illumination you exude
is contagious.

If I would have done it,
would you have felt guilty?

If I would have done it,
would you have really even cared?

If I would have done it,
would you have mourned my life in silence?

If I would have done it,
would you have used it for your own attention?

If I would have done it,
would you have cried?

If I would have done it,
would you have come to say good-bye?

If I would have done it,
who would you be today?

I woke up today
feeling depressed
for the first time in months
simply because it's so easy
for you to make me invisible again.

Did nothing I wrote matter?
Am I just some game for you to play
when you get bored?

I took my heart,
sliced in open,
and laid it right in front of you,
trying to be as honest as I could be.

What
the
****
do
you
want
from
me

I can't give you any more
than I've already given.
If you want the walls to break down,
then prove to me I should.

And if you want to use me,
then *******.

I will be seen.
I will be heard.

If I spilled the secrets I knew about you,
I could turn your world up-side-down,
And sometimes I think
that's exactly what you deserve.

It’s sad, I think,
to realize this -
again -
as an adult,
that you can never be sure
who to trust.
Because you can never be sure who will betray you
or play you
or just not care.
People
who are supposed to be a good friends.
For all they know,
you could be alone in your room
with a knife to your wrist again.
You’re not.
But they don’t care regardless.
Your need for advice doesn’t concern them,
nor your loss of sanity.

I guess you’re never too old
to find out
who your real friends are.

You make my insides tumble within me.
You make that lump lodge into my throat
so I can barely speak or breathe.
You make my brain turn to
a puddle of melted ice,
waiting to be vaporized into thin air.
You make my eyes go cloudy
so that I am nearly blind.
You make this cool interior implode.
You make my sanity run a marathon
so fast I'll never catch up.
You make me crazy.
And I can't decide if this is good or bad.

There's a reason I've built my walls so high.
Are you trying to break them down,
Or are you trying to break me down?