It is as I lay between these sheets,
that my heart realizes your absence.
It feels like calm water under a full moon,
whereas our life is on so many different wavelengths.

It is as I feel the cold next to me,
that I miss the warmth you brought in discussion.
I miss the electricity your glance encased,
because it seems like an endless night.

It is as I touch the silky fabric around me,
that my dull nerve endings are noted.
I realize you always kept me alert for everything,
You kept me on tiptoes.

It is as I lay between these sheets,
that my heart finally realizes
it wants you tangled in these sheets.

If I spoke to you,
You would listen and smile.
We would be friends.
And it would be perfect.

If I asked if you were busy,
You would say no.
We would be on our way.
And it would be perfect.

If I told you a secret,
You would keep it in you heart.
There would be nothing between us.
And it would be perfect.

If I told you I loved you,
You would feel the same.
Nothing else would matter.
And it would be perfect.

If I imagined a future with you,
There would be love and possibility.
You'd be the star my life revolves around.
And it would be perfect.

It would all be perfect.

If.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dreams and reality?
That's where I met you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between sleep and awakening?
That's where I see you everyday.

You know,
that thin line,
Between memories and illusions?
That's where I hide you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dusk and day?
That's where I hold you tight.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dark and light?
That's where I kiss you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between a smile and a smirk?
That's where I see you blush.

You know,
that thin line,
Between you and me?
That's where I stay.

Meet me there
when the rain comes,
As the line dissolves,
As we melt together and drain away.

The next time I see you

will you do a double take like last time

will you pretend you don't see me

will you smile and act as if everything's dandy

or will you be real and look deep in my soul when

you see my eyes

will you care

will you see all the hurt and hope and dreams i have

for us

or

will you get yourself to the mr. softee truck

just as soon as you possibly can

Just another addiction,
just another written problem,
other moment written with red ink,
red ink of your blood in the history of your short life

Thousand mistakes happen in one day,
and you know and delete them, but open,
open the old wounds of your most lost memories.
that are collecting dust in your mind.

And knows that the stars,
no longer shine for you,
know that the night around you and you know,
know that it is the time

Time to close your eyes
and listening to the heart,
and he tell you that hurts beat
for many wounds and blows that came
and the silence doesn't contradict,
just give him the reason.

That both speak at the same time
and being told you that the it was finished ink
That the papers want to burn
and they want to finish with everything

That you already arrived to the limit
Which doesn't have a new fence
That small fence that you always
in fits and starts would jump
That it  is your turn to give
and finish with all.

I go day by day trying to please the people around me,
But what is it for,
So they won’t criticize me and put me down,
Or is it to fulfill a deeper subconscious need of approval.
I don’t understand why I must do these things for other people,
I always say I am going to live my life for myself and nobody else.
Judgment is without a doubt one of this world’s biggest fear,
Because judgment means failure,
And failure means to be a social pariah.
Does the outcast have the group of friends that will accept him for what he does and who he is?
Nobody wants to be left behind and spend his or her life alone.
But in reality we are never alone, we are with the greatest friend of all.
The only person that I should have a need of approval from
Is God
And due to the paradigm that our society is in now,
To only accept judgment from God is an option that few people accept.
We must fit in and conform to the social norms to prevent us from becoming outcasts.
What has happened to humanity?
Putting down anybody that is different from everybody else.
I preach this message but I fail to follow it as well.
We pass judgment to cover up our own flaws.
The flaws that we live with everyday make us vulnerable,
And vulnerability means that we are not as perfect as our peers may think,
But I am trying to wrap this idea around my head that vulnerability shouldn’t be a tool for others to persecute,
It should be used to grow strong from and build that relationship with the one true friend that everyone has.
The problem for many people have is with letting God into their hearts and letting him witness their vulnerabilities.
The mask we wear for the people around
Does not give rest to our soul when we are deep in the ground.
I challenge the people to live one day for them.
Do not allow anyone to persecute their actions or judge their life.
Because in the end,
The individual is all that matters.