I first feel hyper
Then I sink low
Laugh at the sky
Then stare at the floor

Feeling beast
Then feeling small
These are problematic
But that ain't all

I get hyped up
A maniac outside
Then like a switch
I'm thinking suicide

Of course I won't do it
I know I never could, or will
It's just all up in my head
Like a ******* hype pill

she whispers. "hey."

"hm?"

"you're my boulder."

he chuckles. "what?"

"you're my boulder. you're
stronger than a rock. you're
the one who keeps me
from losing myself. you're
the one who keeps me
grounded. you are my boulder."

he grimaces. "but if i'm a boulder
then i'd crush you...i would
hurt you."

she laughs quietly. "well then, you're
a gentle boulder.  soft and fluffy and
all that stuff."

he stifles a laugh. "so do i just have
a bunch of fluffy green moss
growing on me?"

she nods. "you're
my big, gentle, sweet, moss-covered
boulder."

he smirks. "well...
then i guess you're
my pebble."

she looks into his eyes. "how so?"

"you're my pebble. you're
small but not easy to break. you're
seemingly fragile but you're
stronger than you look. you're
part of me and you're
the one who can either break me
or make me whole. you are my pebble."

she smiles
and he wraps his soft green sweatshirt
that he's wearing
around her
shoulders. "mine."

she murmurs. "my boulder."
he whispers. "my pebble."

and finally,
both of them
are found
as they gaze at the stars
and into each other's eyes.

I stand on the edge,
teetering between existing
and becoming a long lost memory.
Then,
I fall.

The darkness,
it engulfs me.
The deeper I get,
The more I forget.
I forget all the bad memories.
I forget all the bad people.
I forget me.

I forget how much I am truly ruined.
How I can't go a day
without thinking of him,
the man in black who waits.
for me.
with open arms and a wide smile.

I think I've finally joined him
and he's making me forget.
Oh, how I've fallen into his trap.
I love him.
He helps me to not feel.
Other people should know him too,
know this sweet release.

I'll get them to come.
He can teach me.

I will wear black
and beckon others into this trap
with a sweet smile
that is poison.

nothing but black and his smile.
I am truly nothing now,
completely dissolved.
into him.

Fingers touch my lips,
run through my hair,
undo my tie, and fits of laughter
cut through the noise and chatter
of an anxious mind.

I leave my worries behind,
pressed against her dress
on the floor with my discarded tie.
An echo. A kiss. A sigh.
What it is to be alive!
What it is to be alive.