We were reckless,
We were clever.

We were fearless,
We smiled at our leisure.

Our papers were stained with our thoughts;
We suffered through our pain and yet were not distraught.

Always we were brave enough to hope;
We ceased to mope.

We heeded our minds,
And our positive thoughts, despite being entwined
With the fragments of bitter doubt.

We would not have remained without
Hopeful shards of our imagination,
Hopeful thoughts of what was to come.

It'd be foolish to say I don't miss you anymore

Had I told the stars
What I felt for you,
They would fall
One by one
And follow me.

I said goodbye
And stifled the tears with a reassuring
‘I know they will be back’.
But maybe,
Maybe I don’t know this.
Because I always thought you would come back,
But I haven’t seen you since the world last had color
And the birds still seemed to sing.

I don't recognize that face -
there is no memory,
of him and me -
it's erased hastily -
smudged as my makeup
bleeding
from my eyes.

how many broken promises
fill the emptiness
in a life; and the fear
of being alone
is like a watchful dog
she sits and stares into the spaces
that cannot be atoned.

Which voice lies silent
when shades grow brighter
than light?
Remorse taste like metal
or **** as artificially sweetened lips.

Familiar places will fall
just as you will,
fall into patterns of willful deceit -
their shapes twist into grotesque masks
that quickly transform to smiles
when you look - see.