I am a song.
Some prefer something different than me.
Others empathize with my tune.
I make some people feel sad.
I make others feel happy.
Some hear what I have to say, but quickly change the station.
Others, listen to me over and over and say I never get old.
Some people just play me.
Others decide to join me, and sing along.
I am a song.

Don't let yourself fall in love with him
When a boy who gives you chills every time he holds you close, shows you his favourite place, don't remember the route on how to get there because when he's gone, you'll only find yourself going back there to get a glimpse of him one more time
Don't listen to his favourite song, for that melody will stay permanent with you wherever you go & the day he leaves you, you won't be able to listen to it without choking
Don't tell him to let go of his bad habits,  for you got your own too
Just because he got this positive mentality about life, doesn't mean he'll be good for you
And just because you two like the same bizarre things, does not make him your soulmate
And when the day comes where he stops putting as much effort like before, don't be expecting so much from him for you'll just be left hanging
Don't watch the stars with him, he'll contaminate it & you won't be able to look at the sky again without swallowing a mouthful of him
Don't let him enraptured you with his lovely compliments, just remember when he's no longer there, that you are beautiful too before he ever came into your life
Just because he promised & tells you that he loves you, doesn't mean he'll stay
Don't let the embrace of his arms be your comfort place, for when he leaves you everywhere you go will just be cold & chilly
Don't let him break your heart, but you're going to let him anyways
And when he does break your heart, you'll feel like you're dying. And it will feel like someone just ripped out your lungs & you won't be able to breathe. But just remember you will find someone better, because you deserve better
You shouldn't have fallen in love with him
-thrcy

There is
Never enough time.
I see the body
In its lowest state,
Filled with poisons and
Mistakes.
Though, the music
Is nice to hear and
Old friends who smile weakly
Into the sun
Remind me of my youth,
My parents, when
Things were not easy, not hard.
When things were just that:

Things.

Yet it's hard to believe
To believe in believing.
There is so much.
And it's hard to see when
You've been seeing that way
For so long, yet
One wants to change.
Every animal stays the same,
Except for us.
We are the only ones
Willing to destroy for ourselves.

The bullets and the knives and the gas
Spread over the land like a death fog.
One day there will be nowhere to run.
Mother nature will not be there with her *****.
She will leave and we the ones who've sent her away.
Silver ores her eyes, pine needles her smile,
Her arms and legs stretching forth
One thousand and one million miles.

It's a sad day
When one no longer
Listens to themselves.
Feels themselves.
Touches themselves.

When you lose yourself
To the noisy temptations
Of the outside world and are lost
Like a leaf in river
Like a feather in a gale
Like a heart on the shoulder
And everything starts to feel
A little bit older and you
Start to think about death and how
Boring it truly is.

I'm more put off by my own predictable demise
Than afraid of it.
Sometimes I hover the knife around the neck
Just to see if the wind will
Push it so.
Sometimes no control is better than all of it.
Sometimes it's good just to listen.
Acting all the time must get old and I see these
Fake smiles with dead eyes knee jerking with headshot
And resumes, hoping for that next big job.

More smiles.
More head nods.
More handshakes.
More lies and money.

More promises unworthy
Of being remembered.

But,
What else is there
Except the constant butchering
Of the truth.

It keeps us fighting.
It keeps us searching.
It keeps us on our feet
Rather than on our backs

In the grave.

And when I lay my weary head
On the pillow or the dirt, the rock, where have you,
And I blink my last blink and
Sigh my last breath,
I will think of you, dear reader and dear page,
And how well and how little

I knew you.

The only way this was ever going to work
Was by separation
And by trust.

We are just drifting contradictions
Who love and hate and live and die,
Screaming beautiful magic until
We can't scream

Anymore.

The song sings of the moon and the moon sings that song