I’m sorry there’s never anything in my mind
What even is there to find
worth keeping in this messed up brain
That will only cause confusion
                   and pain

The mirror is my best friend
When we sit and talk about how it all could end
Then we cry (but we’re both silent)  
Me and my mirror, always so violent
we finally depart
Then I **** myself it’s time for a fresh start

But the moonlight reveals all of my lies
                         You should just feed me to the flies..
You’re holding onto dust
Confusing grief and longing for lust
                  But it's okay, I'm just insane
With eyes that leak like rain

My moonlight
                      You shine so bright
Drawing me in when its cold
A myth so often told
So real so true just for me
                      So bright- all I can see
Is you
                       So new
My moonlight you hold my heart
With you perhaps I can restart

But you’re just a kid-
So who am I to have learned love
From somewhere other
Than home

What a sentence
That almost borders on prose
To be just a kid…

Ignorance and bliss I suppose
Rhyme schemes and sparking trees
That make up for depth and feeling

Because I’m just a kid

What a lovely coincidence
That this rooms has such a nice echo

What a lovely coincidence
We both learned how to let go

What a lovely coincidence
we're in the same town at the same time
even though I never left
and you said you would never come home

What a lovely coincidence
we both found someone new in this hazardous biodome
untouched by such a large rift
aren't we the size of dime?

What a lovely coincidence
That you no longer remember me

What a lovely coincidence
That I'm only 17

This is going to ruin us
It’s going to pour salt into a valley
And let the ice caps unthaw like a pile of ****
With all the emotion trapped within
I’ll wake up alone
You’ll wake up with no message on your phone
And we’ll say we did our best
Till the very end
When the sun got too hot
When the wings melted at the ascend

We won’t tell them we held the key
Our solar system depended on our hearts
That knew from the start
They were better off far apart
I'll hold your hand and say goodbye
You'll say you'd rather die
And when that day will come
When our fate we can’t out-run
When I meet your eyes
We won't even say hi

I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too early to live- too late to close my eyes

It had a familiar tang to the linger sting in the air
My youth- stuck to the back of my throat

In memories of grandmas on christmas day
Preparing desserts that would never taste the same again

Mixed with the exhaust of a cold winter morning
The taint of growing old and fading tree lights

I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too soon i remembered where i was- too soon i opened my eyes

I sit perched
Not perched but perfectly placed
By the door in english classroom
In the english hallway
Four doors down from the end

The air here is warm
Though this morning it must have been below
Below the freezing point for water
And my engine

And from my perfectly placed seat
I can see
The yellow leaves
Warm against the approaching winters wind

Though it is only September

The classroom- full of life
But only in the sense that
A dozen kids sit taking a quiz
Worth nothing but a number in a book

The life makes it warm
Or is it the fans above
Man made just not by man
No, not man but a fan and a shadow of man

When the yellow leaves echo the cold
When the door closes
And the light
Fades with the warmth