Look back at the damage you've done
you seem to leave a mess behind wherever you go
was it worth the price you have to pay now
for breaking the ones you were supposed to love no
no amount of tears can take it back
no amount of time can mend the cracks
it's the same story that you've sworn
a hundred times by now you'd never live over again
but you always do anyway
but you always throw your chances away
and you live in the world of remember when
don't cry
the past is history
I know you didn't mean it
forget your misery
don't burn the book just 'cause
you didn't like the start
I know
someone broke your glass heart
a long time ago and now
you've weaponized the shards
you've got to learn it's okay
to fall apart

Is there such a thing as eternity?
Can forever really mean eternally when humans say it?
I base most of my analysis of human kind on off of children before they have been corrupted by society. When they are too young to worry about how people judge them so they behave naturally. They haven't learned the ways of deception yet. Twisted lies and paranoid concealment of who they really are has not yet been Ingrained in them. Children are the most reliable source to draw conclusions from about the human race's natural tendencies because their souls are still pure at their early ages. The fact that toddlers cannot focus on a single thing for long periods of time leads me to believe that our kind defines eternity as until I change my mind. Look around us at our broken world. Divorce, shattered promises, abandonment, crumpled and forgotten friendships with cracks you can still see all along the sides. So many people say forever but its meaning has been drowned out by lies.
I'll love you forever. I'll stay true to you forever. Best friends forever. Ill protect you forever.

People say those things and other people believe them...
...but is there really such a thing as forever for humankind?

Lights go out
I lie on my back
Covers still cold
Room's pitch black
My thoughts become my own
Whete life's complications can't intrude
I plug In my music
I'm in one of those moods
A thousand thoughts run
through my mind
going back over memories
chasing parts of me I can't find
I run scenarios in my head
of stuff I know won't happen
but how I'd like things to go instead
Emotion locked in songs
And though some I wish I could I can't forget
I reopen the wound with the lyrics but it aches so beautifully with regret I don't really want to let go
Secretly I like this pain
Because it's almost like I take the past back
Like standing in the rain
I over think it all
Then brush aside the mess
Because I'm too tired to sleep
And it kinda starts to hurt less
I toss and turn under the sheets
Names and flashbacks echo off my thoughts
There's always someone my mind can't shake
Tying my sanity in knots
At last the darkness overtakes me
I fade out to something surreal left unscarred
This is me alone
Where I let down my guard

If you tell me about how I need to forgive ONE more ****** time
Or about how he secretly loves me and will come back to me
Or just in general if you comment on even ONE more of my poems with freaking MORONIC advice I don't need...
I swear everyone within a five mile radius of me will die.
You do not understand half my poetry
You tell me the guy I'm writing about in my poetry loves me but didn't know how to express it to me
Honey, that poem was about a lost friend who happens to be a girl. Not a guy.
Lots of my poetry is old
I post it, retyping the words on worn pages
I tore out of old notebooks
Just little snapshots of old emotions I used to have
Fleeting feelings I once had
And captured in ink
I don't even feel that same way anymore
But you seem to be under the impression
That every poem I write is current
So don't you dare
Give me advice about situations you don't understand
I don't even WANT the guy to like me anymore!
I don't even LIKE him anymore!
I don't WANT him to prove it anymore that he likes me, you don't know what the hell you're TALKING about!
And it is not a question
It is a FACT
I don't want him
He doesn't want me
And I cannot stress this enough
I. Don't. Want. Him!
Stop giving your opinion
On things you don't even know the first thing about
Because frankly
It's just making you look
REALLY idiotic

I'm sorry this is more a rant than a poem but I had to get it out.

my biggest fear
is over your little head
Your biggest fear
is the monster under your bed
maybe five or six times that morning
I changed my hair
but you wore your superhero suit to pick me up
'cause you're too happy to care
you're too little to know real hurting
I hope you never grow up to learn what it's like
I hope you always smile with your eyes open wide
and the worst pain you ever know's falling off your bike
your mom's arms are always there
for you when you fall so hold her tight
don't waste your happy days
crying over broken toys or being scared of the night
you're too young to have cracks like me
from when someone broke your heart
the worst kind of cracks are the ones you made yourself
where you accidentally tore someone you were supposed to love apart

I'm crazy
I'm crazy
I'm random and odd
We're crazy
We're crazy
We're strange and we're flawed
We use funny phrases
no one has ever used
Like adhesive sloths, weaponized turtles,
after all, what have we to lose?
We laugh 'till it hurts at jokes only we get
all and every day
We're crazy, we're crazy
Crazy in the best way

To give you an idea of our insanity:

Our dream is to be get the punishment one day for our crazy stunts of having to write out I must not __ (every rule you broke) on a black board and for that black board to read:


I must not conduct my own fire drills
I must not hold go cart races in the library
I must not place mass orders for nuclear weapons to be delivered to the school office
I must not encourage other children to eat tar
I must not operate heavy machinery in the school parking lot
I must not create underground tunnels
I must not establish a casino in the girl's washroom
I must not steal the classrooms' ceilings
I must not experimentally surgically operate on the class pet
I must not bring unattached body parts for show and tell
I must not attempt to execute by guillotine any other students
I must not catapult other students' belongings off of the roof
I must not catapult other students off of the room
I must not volunteer to host the circus performances in our school cafeteria
I must not set fire to the principal's car
I must not set fire to the principal
I must not convert the gymnasium into an aquarium
I must not lock zoo animals in my locker
I must not start flash mobs during the homily at Mass in Church
Soap must be used appropriately

You asked me if there's anything else  you should know about me
I told you no
you didn't see me hesitate
before I said that though

I suppose that's the trouble with typed out words
I suppose that's why I didn't see
before it was too late to learn that you hesitated
                when it
                        came
                            to me