Stretch your vocabulary, and speak to me like I am a canvas. Treat me like abstract art. Try to learn me, and try to see that I am different. Spill your ink on the floor, and see how it forms. You can't see what isn't yet. You can't assume or guess someone's  lifestyle. Pay attention to the crease on my shirt. See the smile that brings plenty more. You are too far gone for me to bring you back. You have set out for something I can't attend, so please remember me when you can. Remember the laughs we shared, and the kisses that came behind our love. Remember that you will always hold my love, and you will never have to feel something different.

Your eyes beam glory, but your body reads my name. Every flower etched into your thoughts have traveled deep in the seclusion of my bedroom. My walls scream of memories, but not one reminds me of bad times. You have lit my life without spreading a single flame. You have calmed my waves, and filled the hole that trapped so many others. Why me? Why are you so good to me? You lifted me up before i even fell. You have risen to a level only I wish to reach. You are the reason I breathe love for myself. I consumed evil in my eyes just to cover it up with a smile you can't resist. You have seen past my mask and have uncovered what I have never seen. I thought love could never exist with a soul as cold as mine, but you have proven time after time that I have more to me than what society has given . I thank you for your efforts, nobody has ever tried this hard before.

Why is that everytime life seems to be stable, I decide to question the trail? Was it the insecurities I grew up with? Or something deeper? Like regret of ever falling, or the constant fear of being alone? Was it the self induced scars that marked its territory around my body? I have pondered this thought for some time and have decided that.. We always question lifes trails. If it weren't for the vintage rope bridge that leads us to another part In life, then we would be sitting and not achieving what should be our realities. Life does not have a "no man left behind" program. Life is not something we can hack, or play or even see. Life is  planned out from our birth, and we go along with every jump, pull and sprint. I have decided that I can not be a better person without battling my bridges and burning them after so no one can follow. I will be on a path life chose for me and I am determined to go further everyday. I have decided that questioning my path only leads to regret. That only paying attention to one obstacle, leaves me weak and stuck in the past. The real question is, what is tomorrows plan?.

Paint my life the way you see it. Rip down the blocks I have placed in front of you. Let yourself roam my mind, and see what you fail to realize. Lift me up and show yourself how ruthless you have been. My life is meaningless, I am just an image trapped in a 9x12 frame.

These days grow shorter, these words grow dim, my voice is left unheard and you are left on stage. I use to write words of wisdom, now the only thing I write Is my life working 9-5. I use to flow with feelings, pushing me to write poetry, and now I can barely manage to write a paragraph. I use to be myself, and now I'm cast into my own deep thoughts. I've had my share of scars, but none ere as deep as the one you left on me, none were as painful as the sting that rings through my head everytime I see you. I've heard of you, I've heard of the things you've done. My life was perfect without you, and you just show up unannounced. I'm tired of shoving you down with these pills, and washing it away with drugs. I'm tired of dealing with explanations on "why do you have scars?" I'm tired  of calling you a disorder. You have  yourself wrapped around my heart and turned my brightest light. Into my darkest fears. I'm done with this. Leave me and never turn back. I'm tired of feeling people you are my depression.

You spoke in tongue as if I understood. You moved your body as if gravity wasn't a problem. You burrowed yourself deep inside of my heart, but for some reason, you just don't feel foreign. My fingertips glide across my chest, searching for the musical beat you set in play. This feeling overwhelms my senses, and I find myself blinded by beauty. When you spoke in tongue, it was so new, but now I understand and I want to say "I love you too"

When you let go of someone important, don't regret letting them go. As pain seeps into every empty space they left, you will find yourself remember only the good. Remember everything they left, for when you come to realize how much better you can be, all of those memories will become apart of you. They will be nothing but something that had happened. Happiness comes with getting yourself back up. Lost ones don't leave holes in your heart, they leave all of the thoughts you use to have, but now it's time to move on. You're doing everything they want you to do. Pick yourself up and prove you can be your own person.