my whole world has come crashing around me-
since you left-like a kindergardener running out of elmers glue,
i cant hold myself together,
you've left me to fix a broken peice of work
(you used to think it was a masterpeice)
the love you confessed seemed so sureal
now i dont think it was so,

you were my everything
and i guess you're still something
but not everything, atleast in its entirety
now he;s my everything
and she is yours, yet you cannot except
the fact that you'll never be my-
everything-ever again
almost like a leaf needs a tree, but im
no longer dependent on it, (im actually flying)
you lie in bed each night wishing to go back
while im longing to push forward
and i do, force myself to seperate
from you in that sense
plus every other sense avaliable.

shes out too late; looking for the angel of her hell
footsteps echo through the emptyness of crowds
a sound so deafening to create a blackout of thought.

we sit; we wait
for one of us to break
this silence in the midst
of our chatter filled fits
this may sound outragious
but our feelings are contagious
and we are stuck going over
every dirt covered bolder
known as an obstacle of travel

we talk; we take
every breath we make
seems to cause tenseness
in our teenage census
words collapsed with desire
like an anaerobic fire
just waiting for some replies
on why our hearts seem to cry-out for a touch
for a feeling we want to clutch
and our minds no longer repent
for free the souls of the innocent