my prison and
my paradise.
my warzone and
my refuge
the receiver of many tears
the place where I am without fears,
the cause of pain,
and the cure
so *****,
yet so pure.
the place i go when I’m full of dread,
is the place i go to rest my head.

There is nothing but me
And this stoplight at the end of the universe,
Green, yellow, red
Then green again.

Independent of judgement,
From all who look on.
Their opinions don't matter,
I walk along.
There are others beside me,
Their choices their own,
But save for this stoplight,
I walk alone.

Just a blank slate
Free from doubt,
free from fear,
It's just me
and this stoplight here.

You're like the tail,
I can't quite quite catch.
Like Peanut Butter,
I can't get your taste out of my mouth.
You throw away your love,
And I bring it right back,
You pay me no attention,
I get sad.
You acknowledge me,
I'm the happiest little thing in the world.
Sometimes I'm mans best friend,
happy as I could ever be,
Sometimes I'm trapped in your hot car
Waiting for someone to rescue me

The beauty I happened to have spotted,
The girl I passed in the mall,
Not just one beautiful girl, you are them all,
No name, because I never got it,
Could not tell you how gorgeous you are, but I thought it.
Your beauty cascades on me like rainfall,
You probably thought I was too small.
But, I didn’t get your number, and away you trotted.

Did you even see me?
or did you just walk by?
Did you think that I was dreamy?
or just another guy?
Did you want to get steamy?
*or were you just a passerby?

Maybe
Somewhere out there,
a million a million miles away from here.
Is a girl made just for me
Maybe
she cries when reading poetry,
when she stays awake till three.
Maybe
she’s into sports,
but if she isn’t that’s fine of course.
Maybe
she’s not my other half,
but still we’ll make each other laugh.
Maybe
I’ll find the girl who’s more than okay
staying inside and watching movies all day.
Maybe,
she listens to tunes,
holed up in her room.
Maybe,
she’s beautiful in all senses of the word,
and a little bit of a nerd,
Maybe,
I’ll find her,
When? I’m not sure.
Maybe,
she’s out there, not just in my head,
and in the thoughts I have in bed.

There are scars
on my heart,

made by
empty promises
words without meaning,

There are scars
on my hands,

made by
holding on too tight
to something that isn’t there

There are scars
in my mind,

made by
a fear that what I have
isn’t real

But thanks to you,
they’ve started to heal.