To the bestfriend that loved me.

To the bestfriend from grade school.

To the bestfriend, remember when we car pooled?

To the bestfriend who thought my ***** were cancer.

To the bestfriend, no matter what call she would always answer.

To the bestfriend who lived two lives.

To the bestfriend looking for a boyfriend, and took mine.

To the bestfriend who I forgave so easily.

To my bestfriend, ******* for choosing him over me.

*******.

I watched two bullets smash together and fall to the ground yesterday.
Right in front of my no longer innocent eyes.
They made passionate love right before me.
I sipped my tea slowly.
I was trapped in this war.

I stepped over the dead body.
Then found two more as I turned the corner silently.
They lay away from each other, but hands almost touching.
I ate my sandwich and smirked.
I had become use to this.

I watched as the pipe hit their lips.
I saw their hell-stricken bliss, their temporary escape.
They sat together, ******.
I laughed and walked on.
I wouldn't deal with this anymore.

I sat on the plane and stared at the city.
It was trapped within its own barriers and false realities.
But I couldn't be any longer.
Whereever I got off, I would start over.
And I wouldn't allow myself to be trapped.

It’s rare that I cry.
Not even for my life.
But when I do, it’s a single tear.
A tear that rolls along.
Creeping from the corner,
Sliding down my cheek.
I don’t push it away.
I don’t wipe it.
I allow it to tickle and taunt me.
It’s proof.
Proof that what I feel is true.
Proof that it wasn’t me,
It was you.

"I don't know what world you live in where you think I'm nice.."
I've always been one to think twice.
Possibly three times.
But this time,
It's goodbye.
Insults falter on the tip of my tongue.
Daring to dance with your mentality.
Wanting to hurt you, as bad as you hurt me.
You think it is I that am disillusioned.
Yet it is you, who keeps me in blissful confusion.
You tease me with the idea of we
You push me to believe there maybe an us.
But what should I trust?
Who should I love?
I fell in love with the one who is nice?
I have no appointments to be heartbroken twice.

I can only imagine.
What has stalled his passion.
Was it distrust or misplaced lust
that sent his love crashing.

I can only see
What his eyes will reveal to me.
A flicker of hope and anguish bottled,
Maybe things can never be.

What I know.
Is that through time he will grow.
His heart will beat big and strong for me.
But what time? We’ll never know.

I’ll wait until the last clock strikes midnight.
I’ll out walk the farthest city lights.
Can’t promise everything will be right
But I can promise in the darkness, our love will light.

I left me.
So I can become we.
Let us be.
Let our love flow free.

my heart leads me to the darkest allies.
it walks me down through the caves of hell.
i fight the battle fields to reach the other side.
of your love and your mind.

fight for me or with me.
my heart beat can only last so long.
you might miss me.

It's like pushing a rock uphill.
The load is heavy.
I even stop to cry sometimes.
But by the setting sun, much like the rock, I'm over you.

He was strong.
He knew how to hustle.
He wanted to survive then he found love.

He lost his home.
He left town.
He got back everything, then he found love.

He came back home.
He received it back, a third time.
He was better than ever, then he found love.

He was lonely.
He thought family didn't care.
Lust became a problem, because he thought he found love.

Now he's stuck.
All bridges burned.
No one to turn to, not even "love".

there's not enough space for both of us.
inside my head.

One day your little boy is going to grow up
and your little girl won’t just be playing in mommy’s make up.
The childish glow will fade.
Maturity will sink in with age.
And on that day as we’ve all been told,
gracefully we will have all grown old.

Words cannot describe what you mean to me.
But I can try.
You are the puff of hopeful wind in the summer heat.

You are the friction between the ****** position.
You are the love in all of the fall kisses.
You are the hope that our generation dismisses.

What are you to me?
You are more than the air I breathe.
You are the life in every cell that makes up my being

You are the fire that gives rebirth.
You are the spring rain, feeding the earth.
You are what I want, no, what I need.

You are a memory.
You are a roaming thought.
You are the whisper in the wind of yesterday.

You are love.