It's like the entire world feels right
whenever I see you.

All of a sudden
my heart feels lighter
and I feel like myself again.

I think you're the one
I've been looking for all along.

For the first time in a while,
I was able to look at myself
and think, I love you.

In another universe somewhere
my mother and I have never fought.

We still hold hands as we fall asleep.

You told me I taught you
what it means to love.

What I didn't know is that
the love I taught you
would be given to
someone else.

I think I'm finally starting to love the person I am.
Not the person I want to be.

You said you'd always love me
so why do I sit here alone at 3am
wondering where it went wrong.

I'm scared that if I let you
into my heart, you'll leave
behind footprints that my
tears can't wash away.

You feel like star gazing and sunsets

You said you'd always love me
I didn't know always meant until
you got bored.

I think you're really cool.
Even when you're doing nothing at all.

There is never going to be enough time
We humans are good at asking for more.

One more summer
One more dance
One more goodbye.

But the truth is
There is never going to be enough time.

So I will use all that I have
To make sure it feels like
We have all the time in the world
Despite all odds.

How can I miss someone I don't even know yet?

It becomes very hard to make decisions
when everything and everyone tells me
its not right.
But my heart just wont give up.

A piece of me will always belong to you,
There will always be space
for your favorite restaurant orders,
I'll see you every time it rains.

Won't you stay for awhile?

"Do you think in some other universe we never met?"

"No."

"No?"

"I think I've always known you."

"In every universe?"

"I have never been so sure of something before."

You're the kind of person I
want to lay on the grass with.
See shapes in the clouds and
feel the gentle breeze with.

You're the kind of person I want
to go on late night drives with.
Have the windows down and
listen to blaring music with.

Doing whatever, whenever.
Always and forever.

I used to feel dead.
like everything I did
was mechanic and
routinely.  

With no feeling in my body or my mind or my soul.

When I first met you
was the first time
I was made aware
that my heart was beating.

That it was possible for me to feel alive.

I'll finally reach your retreating back,
and maybe we can walk together again.

I no longer have to search and search for good things
each day, I can finally find them in myself.

When I think of you, I see a future
You're my forever.

Even the smallest moments make us happy.

Your love is like sunsets and forever.

Each day I find
a new reason
to love myself.

To me, you feel like watching a sunset
and bathing in its warmth.

It's like there's a wall
between all who try to help me
and my broken self.
And each time they get closer
my wall gets thicker.

Will I ever be okay?

You say you'd never be able to do it
But I believe with every star in the sky
You are more than you know.

I miss my old childhood room. With its dim lights and creaky bed. Turning off the lights and opening my old macbook. The fan inside it blowing hard and much too loud for two in the morning. I miss loading up a blocky game that lagged a little too much. Calling my friends on my phone and speaking in hushed shouts. Sneaking downstairs to grab a few cookies, making sure not to step on the fourth step (that's the one that creaked) and making sure not to crinkle the cookie package too much. Returning back to my room, placing both hands on the keys and forgetting about tomorrow. Playing that game with my friends until I finally noticed the sun peaking through my blinds and the warmth returning to the room. Hanging up the phone before my parents awoke and finally climbing under the covers. I miss my old childhood room and all the memories encased in its walls.

I find it hard to open up again.
I'm scared I'll have to watch you walk
while I sit alone reaching out to a distant memory.

You told me you fell in love
hard and fast.
It's funny how you fell out of love
like that too.

I can finally chase after my own dreams
without you plaguing me with doubt.

My favorite days
are the ones where
the sky is gray and
the clouds are dark and low.
Where the wind blows cold
and allows us to feel.
Where the rain pours upon us
and washes away our past.
My favorite days
are the messiest.
The ones that match my heart.

You know you're falling when you look at them
and think "I'm finally home."

I want to make you smile always.

People just don't understand that
when you read our stories,
you're reading a part of us that was
brave enough to escape our hearts.

There are so many people in my life who care about me.
People who would take bullets for me.
Fight for me.
People who will always be there.

So why do I feel so alone?

You can find us
etched into walls
and growing
from cracks in sidewalks

In the way we say
"good morning"
and the way we say
"goodbye"

We were always here
and here we stay

I think I'm finally starting to
love myself a bit more,
laugh a bit more,
smile a bit more,
enjoy life a bit more,
and
am thankful to be alive
a bit more.

I know I will find the old me
happy, silly, and perfect
right where I left myself
and I hope that girl can forgive me
for not loving who I was.

I long for a time I can never reach again.
A  time that is slowing slipping through my fingers.
A time that is fading from my memories.
Taking its warmth and serenity with it.
And it is only now that I realize I should have appreciated it more.

Everyday I
break a little more,
and
fall a little harder.

But it all just teaches me how to
stand a little taller,
and
rise a little stronger.

I hope one day I get to see you happy again.

I know the path I take will be hard
but I will run until I find who I am

While you were only in my life for a short time,
you made me happy and that's hard to forget.

You make me want to get better.
And for once, I believe I can.

Sometimes I find
that my hands are too small

they cannot hold the world
the way the moon holds the tide.

Sometimes I find
my legs are too short

they cannot decide where to go
the way roots decide to reach and live.

And while I feel these things
lend themselves so my downfall,
I am proud that sometimes

I find my heart is too big

a beating in my ribs
that echos above all sense of reason.

And

sometimes I wonder if that beat
is enough to tell the world
I was here.

Would you believe me
if I said that you're my Eternity?