What if you knew that I like you?
Would you turn back and say “hey I like you too”?
Or would you walk away like you always do?
What if I will be the one who will walk away
Would you come after me and tell me not to go away?
Or would you just not care and let me slip away?
What if you knew everything?
Will you feel something or still nothing?
But I know I’m just a friend,
And will always be, even in the end.
But just what if?

We sail through life often without a thought or a care
For a mother and father who have always been there
It's only when you experience sadness and strife
That it comes in a flash the real meaning of life
Because when you are troubled and in the depths of despair
You suddenly find its mum and dad who are there
Picking up the pieces putting your life back together
Coming to your aid in all kinds of weather
We don't often say it and there's no doubt that we should
Thank you we love you were coming out of the wood

I dreamt about you last night
It's not an unusual occurrence, but it was different this time.
We were both aware of what had happened,
Knew that we weren't meant for eachother, afterall.
But there we were, up in your bedroom laying on the floor.
We were talking like we usually did, but you leaned a little closer than usual and I didn't back away.
I wish it was real with every fiber of my being,
I miss you so much.

You were better than any pills I could take to my my head stop pounding and my eyes a little heavier. You were better than homemade soup and backrubs and damp washcloths on my forehead. You were so much better than the chemicals, so I got addicted to you instead. But you have no warning label, and I must have overdosed, because people can't be medicine but you can die if they poison your bloodstream.

It took me two months to fall in love with your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Two months to fall for your stories about high school and the way you talk about your mom. Eight weeks was all it took to be completely captivated by everything you were. The way you walked, the freckles on your arms, the deep breaths you took when you were focusing as hard as you could. And I swore that you were heaven shaped into a man and that if I could just pretend that you would stay forever, maybe it would be true. But just like my dad told me when I was little, good things never really last and boys who look like they can give you the world would rather hold oceans and mountains before they'd ever dream of holding you. You couldn't give me the world but I hope you at least take the sand with you when you go.

Don't build a life around someone who doesn't have the intention of putting a good base down. If he slams the door when he leaves it will pull walls down with him and you will be buried in the remains of what you thought was true love, but turned out to be empty promises and bad wallpaper. And if you ever the boy who broke your heart walking down the street, hand in hand with another girl, don't resent her. She never knew the way he held you when you cried or the way he laughed when you did. She might have the same arms holding her on bad nights, but she doesn't know how much it hurt to be crushed by him and to have to learn how to live without his laugh. Don't resent her because she doesn't know. And I know it seems like such a good idea to have pizza every day for two weeks, but believe it or not, you will get tired of it and want to ***** at the thought of pepperoni. Pizza will not solve every problem you've ever had, but calling your mom on a Sunday night just might. Don't spend money you don't have. Credit cards are cool until you are piled high in debt and you have to live off of ramen every night. You'll get tired of that too. It's okay to cry, and it's okay to kiss the boy at the party because you miss him, but don't fall in love with him because you can see a resemblance in his eyes. Fall in love with him because he holds your coat and purse when you go to the mall. Fall in love with him because he finishes your sentences, but don't fall in love with him because you're lonely. That's not love.

His hand wrapped so fiercely around my heart,
a five fingers imprint.
To which will never go away.
Even if he wants to go,
the marks would still be there...
Mutating my heart until it ached.
That boy had left an everlasting impression on me,

I will never be the same.