this white and yellow flower,
a wonder of spring,
given the name of a man,
who was no such thing.
a handsome young man,
a gladiator of greece,
who thought he was the best,
a person could be.
though they both are beautiful,
they share a name to remind,
that beauty is nothing,
if it’s not inside.

in the end of the day, we’re all looking for someone to come home to.

it’s so easy,
when they tell you about all the bad things happening,
to shut your eyes
and pretend they’re not there.
but you’ve got to open your eyes,
because the world is still beautiful.
i promise.

you were never some silly analogy.
you were never the milk to my tea,
or the peanut butter to my jelly,
or anything like that.
because those things can still exist without the other.
if you ask,
or if anyone asked,
i’d tell them you were the blood in my veins,
and the oxygen for my lungs,
and everything like that.
because those things cannot exist without the other.
if you asked,
or if anyone asked,
i’d tell them i cannot exist without you.

they call them winter blues,
and april showers
bring may flowers,
but i’m still blue over you.

what if,
the time we shared with every person we ever loved,
was made into a book?
which ones would you tuck away on the shelf,
lost among the others,
collecting dust?
which ones would keep beside your bed,
a fairy tale before you sleep?
which would you give away,
setting it free to someone who needs it?
which would you keep under your pillow,
because you can’t bear to give it up just yet?
which would you burn,
in an attempt to forget?
you are the one i’ll keep at eye-level,
so, when i see your name on its spine,
i’ll smile.
i’ll hope you’re doing well.
i’ll hope you found the one,
the last book on your shelf.
i’ll remember our story.
it was a good one,
one of my favorites.
but it’s just a story now.
and no matter how hard we try,
we will always outgrow our favorite tales.
just a bittersweet memory.

love seemed so pure,
i thought it was forever.
it was gonna be what filled my holes,
the ones that, on my own, i could never.
but my eyes saw more
than my heart could take,
and years went by,
and i found out what love would make:
more holes,
more holes,
more holes in me.
more than i ever thought there could be.
i built the walls
brick by brick,
and i made sure
they were layers thick.
it was the only way
that they wouldn’t be able to see
all the holes
that they made in me.
inside these walls i was enough,
and if i gave someone the key,
i know it, i swear,
i know that they would leave.
someone better,
prettier or smarter,
someone who could make them laugh
just a little bit harder.
and so inside my walls i stayed,
and so inside my walls i live.
and so inside my walls i’ll remain,
‘cause i don’t have any chances i can give