I’m standing here holding
The note you gave me
Telling me to read it in
Secret, spilling out your
Feelings to me, about our
Past our present even our
Future
But a short couple weeks later
The future dissolved, never to
Happen, now I’m walking rereading
The last couple lines, staring into
The page even though I have it
Memorized
I finally stop, holding the note
Looking at the last bit of memories
As I pull out the old lighter from
My pocket. As I flick it on having the
Small flame poke out, I put it against
The paper watching the note catch
On fire. I watch it as slowly inch by
Inch the note turns to ash
I look up at the sky looking back
At everything that’s happened,
Maybe now the heart that was
Shattered can slowly start healing
And maybe after all this time I can
Move on

We each knew our love for each
Other, There were roller-coaster events
That seemed to always push us
Even more apart, we tried to
Fight it, getting around it and
To still make it work..
You told me this time were done
Nothing is getting in our way were
Making this work no matter what!
This was on the romantic day of the
Year and made me fall even more
For you knowing you were going
To be my lighthouse in the storm
A guided light of love that can get
Me through any terrible situation
Life could through
But just as quickly my lighthouse
Fell apart, you told me its done
I've changed, i'm not the same
I was lost in the sea with a hurricane
Hitting and realizing I had no shining
Light to guide me..
What could two weeks make?
Can you really change in that
Amount of time?
Don't ask me I'm just a ship
Wrecked sailor looking for a
New lighthouse.

People come into your life as
Quickly as they come, never
Staying for long there are
Cases where they do stay,
Your closest friends, your
Best friends, your loved
Ones
But others just disappear and
Leave completely, dropping out
Of your life never talking to you
Again, lost connections of how
You became friends, the shared
Stories, secrets, good times
And memories. All you have now
Is seeing random Facebook
Statuses of you with new
Friends or Instagram selfies
With tons of new people
Do you remember us being
Friends?
If I sent a text, a message
Anything would you answer?
Would you talk to me again?
If I done wrong can I right it?
Can we be friends again?
Or am I just a random Facebook
Status popping on your newsfeed
And nothing else

The puppet master sits in the background
He looks just like me or you or anyone at all
But more goes on in his head that cannot be
Seen, he begins to silently pull strings, unknown
To anyone but himself, He pulls the strings but
Also lays a web to catch the unbeknownst like
A deadly spider in the shadows, carefully he begins
A dastardly plan laying down the webs, strings and
Grinning At what is to come, people talk to him never
Seeing what goes on in his head it’s almost ready he
Thinks, he watches carefully from the background
Smiling as everyone falls into place,
He pulls the strings to the puppets who move along thinking
It’s their own choices but the puppet master in is charge

When they buried me in the dark, I was frightened.
I didn’t like the taste of earth.
And I was so thirsty.
Some people are no good with plants,
Even the hardiest shrubs
Wither and wilt in their careless hands.
You aren’t one of them.
When no-one else could see,
You took such good care of me.
Water, warmth and love.
These are my needs, but I had no voice
With which to ask; without you
I would have remained inert
A lost life, in the dirt.
See now, how I blossom?
Just a shoot, but I will astound them all
With my beauty, in time.
Thank you for caring for me,
Thank you for helping me to grow.