I've been meaning tell you that I'm sorry for the way
I been kind of all over the place lately
I know I been outta my mind for the last, say, two, three, twenty four months
I know I got a little too close to the ledge
and I chased my mind way over the edge
but fallin' on the way down
I learned how to fly

I dare you to read this poem
start to finish and ponder its words
allow it to linger there in your churning thoughts
and not let it flutter off with the wind and the birds
I dare you to write a response
a poem from you to me
to answer the questions a pose in this poem
consider them carefully
Why is love so impossibly complex?
Why is time so quick to slip by?
Why do people change their mind
and curse and cheat and lie?
Why is the world so angry
Why do regrets ache so bad?
Why is it we must lose it all
before we know what we had?
Why do we get attached
and learn to care TOO much?
and yearn for unknown souls to intertwine
yet recoil at a stranger's touch?
Why do we fear so badly
emotion, love, and the risks we never take?
Why do we waste the chances we get
terrified of making a mistake?
I dare you, answer me these riddles
Humanity still struggles to figure out
for the non-existent answer
lies between reason and doubt.

I've been meaning tell you that I'm sorry for the way
I been kind of all over the place lately
I know I been outta my mind for the last, say, two, three, twenty four months
I know I got a little too close to the ledge
and I chased my mind way over the edge
but fallin' on the way down
I learned how to fly

If you fall in love with fairy tales
nothing can compare

it'll haunt you like a memory

that was never really there


and if you're thinking that you got it

It will just crash to the floor

and you'll watch the cracks appear 'cause you can't

take it anymore

watch it crumble down to pieces like a

slowly dying flame

as the triumphs turn to teardrops cause

it just isn't the same


when you find that the glass slipper fits

you mistake It for a sign

then you find out that the glass can break

while you're promising you're fine

the rose is losing petals and

your Prince won't come its seems

you've been sleeping in your tower but

living off false dreams

this is not the way it ended

in your fantasy

where's your knight on shining armour?

now your waking up to reality

It's all just
caught up with me
and now I
don't know what to be
watching raindrops on the glass
like the tears I hide
the ones I can't cry
in the name of pride
I forgot how black the night could be
standing under the moon the color of dawn
ghostly glow and just like me
consumed by darkness half is gone
I know the phases change
thing's will be whole again though I
have seen icy winters but
nothing's cold as goodbye
Well I
guess I misread
our story
a fiction in my head
Twilight crept in
like mist on the lake
you always seem to
give less than you take
and I watched the starlight fade
right before my shattered eyes
seems a flame can only burn
so long before the candle dies
and I know
that I'll be okay
but I wish
I could've found a way
to make you stay

I've been saving my words
for a long time now
but when you're alone for a while
the silence gets loud
and now I see
those demons in the dark you were talkin' 'bout
and now I see
why you were difficult to figure out

way back when I thought
it would help if I kept you company
chained inside your prison cell
the one you call your mind
I've traced your scars
back to the crevices
where you used to hide away
and those little worlds of minutes in between
where no one could ever find you

Sorry isn't an eraser
life is not a game
what I did was not a piece a paper
I could crumple up
and throw I away
I can't make it better
I can't take it back
tears can't wash off the damage
what have I done? with my pretty little act
I never meant to break all this
never meant to make this mess when
I almost spent your life
but I'd like to try again

I used to think love could be measured in length.
Arms stretching as far apart as possible.
The way a child says I love you thiiiis much!
I thought it could be measured in time
Forever. Eternally. Everlasting.
I thought it could be measured in depth.
Love far deeper than words. Beyond death.
I was wrong though.
REAL love cannot be measured.
Love is made out of many things.
Mainly loyalty, trust, admiration, and caring.
If one of those things goes off balance
it can be measured
And what can be measured can fade
And therefore it is no longer love
If something such as admiration
were to tip the balanced scale
It would ceases to be love that you feel
But REAL love is impossibly endless.
Infinite
in a way none of us could ever fully understand
Beautiful
Haunting
Precious
Love.