Lately it seems,
you're into so many
different things.
While I've been sitting
on the sidelines of your
own self distruction.

I'm worried you'll
lose yourself.
I'm worried we'll
grow apart.
Because this person you're
looking for may not be
what you want.

and while you struggle
to find yourself,
I already know
who you are.

(m.a.)

I am not afraid to
fall in love.
I am afraid to
fall out of love.
I am afraid to forget what I
once felt for someone,
because I know what it's like
to be forgotten.

(m.a.)

A kiss on my wrist
won't fix the scars
on my heart.

(m.a.).

Don't talk about
depression,
like it's something
you know.
It isn't a game
that is easily beaten.
It is a battle you
constantly
fight.
It comes in flashes
more of
darkness,
than of
light.
It isn't beautiful.
The scars aren't
pure,
lovely,
or a sign of worth.
They are a sign of
hurt,
in the most
disgusting,
repulsive,
brutal way.
You took that razor,
you sliced your skin.
It wasn't to
show your pain
to the world.
It was to punish
yourself,
for being the inevitable...
you.
And if you find that
beautifully tragic,
look a little closer,
listen a little harder.
You have
no idea
what you're seeing.

(m.a.)

There's something about a pair of
old sneakers, that is just so hard to let go.
They were a part of you, for so many days.
They hold every
puddle you stepped in,
every blade of grass.
The gravel, the mud, the sand, the pavement;
it's all there.
So maybe it's not about
possesion,
maybe its just about the travels, and the memories, the ones you don't want to let go.

(m.a.)

3:16 am

I am missing you.

I am missing the
still beat
of your
heart.

I am missing the
way your body
fits beside
mine and
warms me.

I am missing
your sleepy
green eyes
and the way they
becon me
back to my
slumber.

3:17 am

I am missing you.


(m.a.)

It seemed so stupid
the way the numbness
I perfected
disappeared
only when
you,
we're around.

And I still find it
absurd,
that you manage
to pull me apart
piece,
by shattered
piece.

And maybe it was
your voice,
or the way you
sighed my
name..

but whatever it
was, it
made me so,

so nervous..

(m.a.)

He never looked more lovely
then in this state.

And his bruised lips
and blue eyelids were the only proof
she needed.

She admired his missing heartbeat
and fragile bones.

Because his pink lips never
spoke her name
And only this way

She could imagine that
they once did.

(m.a.)

If you miss me;
Call.

If you need me;
Ask.

If you love me;
Say.

Just don't stay quiet.

(m.a.)

They say there's always sunlight
after the rain.
But what about the mud;
the mud that sticks to your boots.

The mud you trail everywhere
even after the rain ends.

(m.a.)

Maybe I was lost;
And maybe you were right.

But in what seemed like tragedy,
I found the sweetest light.

It tasted like wet pavement,
Just after it pours.

And hit me like sunlight;
After a rough storm.

(m.a.)

Your faith was shattered;
And so was mine.

So we found our refuge;
in the unkind.

We kissed our own scars,
And broke our own hearts.

With nothing but the bitter-sweet idea...
Of hope.

(m.a.)