Can you hear it?
It's the deafening sound
Of words left unsaid,
Of hearts silenced through
Sense and reason.

Can you spot them?
The weary ones, the broken ones
who push through just one more day
because they cling to a fragment of hope
that tomorrow will bring a reprieve.

Are you one of them?
The shattered souls that
go through the motions
without ever really knowing why.

Meteors fell through the sky
flaming in the darkness.
She was pressed next to him.
It was a culmination
of a million things.
Of late night conversations
and easy laughter.
Of pounding hearts
and a perfect friendship.
It was beautiful and bittersweet.
And in that moment,
she wanted to tell him
that he had her heart.
But the pain of the past
restrained her.
Meteors fell through the sky
and the night was filled
with the things she would not say.

In the days gone by,
I see the sweetness now.
I feel the gentle touch of memory
across my weary mind.
It soothes the sting of broken things.
It mends my broken soul.

This winter has gone on
for so long.
I've forgotten what the
sunshine feels like on my face.

My fingertips are frozen
and ice invades my lungs.
I shiver in the nighttime
and grey is all I know.

This winter has gone on
for so long.

It bubbles up
deep inside.

It threatens to boil over.
I shove it down.

It creeps inside my head at night
and whispers nasty things.

I almost listen to it sometimes.

Some days, when I look in the mirror,
I can see a glimmer of it hiding in me.

The anger builds up
like a raging flood,
the only dam,
my will.

But I'm only human.
The cracks begin
and gradually
my will breaks down.

In the privacy
of my own nightmare,
I unleash the flood.

The blood pours out,
the emotion comes,
And for a moment
I feel the release.

Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy asks
them to coffee.
But I do.

Because you linger
in every thing
that I ever do.

You linger in the moment
when I first wake up.
You linger in the moment
just before I drift to sleep.

You linger in the way
I curl up at night
trying to compensate
for the space where
you once were.

You linger in the line of my jaw,
the hollow of my collarbone,
the small of my back,
the inside of my wrist.

You linger in my every breath.
You linger in the broken beating of my heart.

Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy
asks them to coffee.
But I do.