sometimes
we all forget whats important
and whats simply not
but we all find our way,
you are my way
and you are whats important
if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here
thank you for that,
but i now realize
that the damage has already been done
and so am i
so thank you but i'm sorry

(a.b)

is it wrong that when you hugged me good night i got butterflies and they haven't gone away since, is that wrong?
is it weird that i haven't seen you in a year and haven't thought about you more than three times since, but now i can't stop, is that weird?
is it unusual that i'm very very thrilled that i get to see you every morning and every night and everywhere in between for the next few weeks, is that unusual?
is it strange to say that i think i may love you, is that strange?

(a.b)

chalk on the sidewalk,
children at play,
another moment a memory,
another day put away.

(a.b)

you looked me in the eyes
you apologized
you call me beautiful
you called me baby
you told me you missed me
you told me you were sorry
you held me tight
you wouldn't let me go
just like my feelings for you
which have started to grow

(a.b)

trees in fast motion are like spirits disappearing off to where ever they're meant to be.

(a.b)

i try so hard
to be as good to you
as you are to me
or how she is to you.
but its as if you are the ocean
and i live upon all the other creatures
you fulfill all my needs and keep me going
but there is nothing i can do in return.
where as she is the sky
who supplies you with your
beautiful blue hue.

(a.b)

it's kind of strange
when the news of a loved one passing
is less painful than the news of a loved one moving on

(a.b)

he's a ******* devil in my mind
but passion in my eyes.

(a.b)

Time after time
She threw herself into that well
Knowing, hoping
Someone would save her
But as time went on and she continued to do so,
They got sick and tired of saving her from her own self
So there she sat in that well,
And there she died in that well.

(a.b)

i heard not a sound escape from your lips in the past few weeks
but the moment i did
i heard every word you had wished to of said
and i'm not sure if i missed the sound of your voice more so, or the words you spoke
(a.b)

It got to the point where
I thought I was even more depressed than I was,
the person who was supposed to be helping was making it worse,
I had given up on everything that had once given me joy.
All of this happened because I thought I was depressed.

(a.b)

to have it all start as a child was a world of pain
dad in the hospital and no one to blame
therapist after therapist
i don't know how well i'll actually be missed
better he got
but i'd still been through a lot
the depression would come and go
i didn't dare to show
it was as though i was sad for nothing at all
made me weak and i began to stall
the worse i got
the more blood i had to blot
older i became
and it all stayed the same
i wish to leave this darkened place
while i still can without leaving a trace
running away was all that was left to be done
and that's exactly as i did fore the depression had won

(a.b)

sometimes
i just feel like
the only way they'll
see me
is if my skin is stained red.

(a.b)

I’m in love with someone who loves me back. I see right into them, and that is how I know we have the same heart. A heart that is struggling to beat, because the pain is always constant, but the fear is even stronger. I know how they feel and how they love, but I also know that as much as we love one another, our combined fear will always hold us back from being one. Our fear is stronger than our love. ab

i threw away his toothbrush today.

One year ago today, I was in a much darker place. I didn’t know happiness and I didn’t care to. I was content with being miserable. Today, although I may not stand any taller, I stand. I find the light in the darkest of places and have learned to adapt to the darkness that is around every corner. I know glimpses of happiness and I miss when it’s not in my palms. I am content with nothing but my dreams today. One year ago today, I didn’t see a tomorrow, but today I see everything. (a.b)