I did it.
Last night was the night.
I kissed another girl, I danced all night long.
I left her behind for good.
But now I realize,
too late, that I can miss.
That feeling of home, holding her hands,
The ease with which it all came.

But maybe I can save it,
I just wont tell her
and everything will be okay
and things will go back
to just the way they were.
But they can't, can they?
Not the sanctity of dogmatism.
Not the passion of fidelity.
Not the ease of honesty.
Nothing will erase the burning of these foreign lips on sacred ground

Please,
Do not ask why (I) am sad for I do not know any better then you.
You'll only get annoyed for me not giving you a straight up answer,
You'll only think you (need)to work out a solution.
But please,
Don't tell me that (you) think I'm 'depressed' for I am not- I'm not upset all the time.
I can still smile once and a while,
I might even crack a giggle for a little.
A smile really does have a quiet rhythm to make people stop asking questions,
But at (t)w(o)AM at in the morning when everyone is asleep,
I am alone, -and oh my,
I feel so lonely.
I can't (help) but to get so down that I simply don't know what to do with myself,
I will do anything to avoid the feeling.
So please,
Don't leave (me) alone because ;
(I) (Need) (You) (To) (Help) (Me).

Behind the twinkle of your gaze
Past the walls you so fervently constructed
At times,
I see your pain
I feel the anguish in your eyes
The quivering of your lip quickly forced away by a misplaced grin
Surrounded by the emptiness of this void we call life
I wish nothing more than to hear those alluring three words
The glow you radiate envelopes any room
Your smile casts any doubt I have in life
How can someone be so incredible?
I am the lucky one
You show how utterly beautiful life can be
That this existence is not some random succession of meaningless events
With you,
life takes shape
life retains hope

Life has meaning.

To fall into old habits

            Can be all-too-easy,

Magnetic brushing

            With all the wrong people,

Sight averted plainly,

Dramatically to onlookers,

Stairways of winking lights

            Coloring eyes transparent

                        Globes of passing motion,

Streaming flurried static images,

For the reason of familiarity,

Fighting the monstrous

            Urge to flee from the

                        Hollow gust of self-assurance,

Leaving behind a sense

            Of restless guilt,

Cater not to this instinct—

Burn alive in resistance,

From this, arise and blink

            Through the ashes

Until a new perspective

Is revealed and

            Cannot be ignored.