What's the point of being,
If you can't be yourself?

I knew when I met you
You weren't going to be
Instant gratification
Even though I knew how I felt
Instantly

You were an investment
Someone worth my patience
And understanding

I was told
At a young age
Anything worth having
Is worth fighting for

I respect that statement

But the fighting for
Is sometimes with yourself

You have to fight with yourself
To know if you want it
If it's worth it
And sometimes
Wait for it

Patience is a battle we all fight
In a world (America)
That wants instant gratification

From the start to the finish
You are my prize
That I will race to achieve

Together,
We can be thankful
That we didn't give up on each other

Sometimes
We get through our Mondays
By wishing for Friday

A true crime
Is shutting someone out
That only wants in

To be a part
Of your madness and misery
That accepts you
In your current shape
Recognizing who you really are
Beyond your broken state

It's easy to shut someone out
And keep your distance
Locked away only with yourself
It's much safer
When there isn't anything to lose

A true crime
Is denying someone that chance
To help you heal
So you don't have to go it alone
Just because you are afraid

When fear dictates your life
You cease to live

When you miss someone
The littlest things and everything
Will remind you of them

The emptiness felt
In their absence
Is only cured by their presence

Even now I still
Find your hair on things
And it kills me

No amount of distance or time
Will change how I feel about you
I still ponder it all in disbelief sometimes
The whole story is quite romantic
It's fact, not fiction
And that is hard to believe

Although missing you can make me feel
Stressed at times
I feel quite lucky
For having someone to miss
The way that I miss you

I miss things like
Holding your hand
Seeing you smile
The way we intoxicate
Each other

When you call
Hearing your voice
Puts you right next to me
And makes me miss you more

One day
Once we are finally together
I will miss you still
Just for going to the grocery store

Oh how we fight to believe
In the things we cannot see
Yet deny our feelings
And fight the truth
Ignore the obvious
Placed right in front of us

We fight to admit
Who we truly are
Or what it is that
Makes us truly happy
Some live their entire lives
Without ever actually living

It takes more than eyes to see

As I take this long drag
On my cigarette
I remember and contemplate
What has come before

The loves and losses
Past jobs and bosses
Success and failure
I touched all bases
Before hitting home

Through it all
I am still here
And I am not bitter
But better than before

My experiences have helped me
To better my ability
To understand
And truly see
The truths that are in front of me

I understand now
More than ever
The world isn't fair
Some people
Just don't care

Even when we do everything right
It may not be enough
It will challenge your self worth
And can break you
After losing a battle

This is a truth
But nay a reason
To give up hope

The point is
To keep fighting
Be tough

Learn to love
In a way you never have before