I once knew a positive boy
Sometimes my thoughts are haunted by him
I wonder if he ever considered me a friend
Although I sometimes tend to pretend that we were close
I always feel guilty afterwards
It seems silly that I indulge in these thoughts since I don't have a right
I wasn't there every step of the fight
Just bits and pieces and not even that
But what I can say is that he was a good boy and that I was lucky enough to meet someone like him
One of the best that I've known
Let my voice sound like a drone but it won't take away my message
I'm not glorifying him just stating the truth
Because when youth comes to an end and we seize to pretend that we will live forever it is when we feel like we are leaving those who arnt with us behind.
But we never actually do.
I know a girl who is very kind
She cried when his physical presence seized to exist
Nobody would insist that she talk about her feelings
And that was okay
She would smile and say it's all for the best
But I had to confess that I was broken hearted
But the boy who departed was her best friend
She didn't pretend that she was fine but she knew somewhere down the line she would be.
I once loved a boy
Who I've never seen cry up until the best friend dial was denied
A dead line with nothing but hope on the other end
If you didn't know that news traveled fast
The news traveled as if it was running from the truth
Because when youth comes to an end and we seize to pretend that we will live forever it is when we feel like we are leaving those who arnt with us behind.
But we never actually do.
He was a friend
Everyone's friend
His hers mine class of 2013 friend
And he won't ever be forgotten
He will always come back whether it's a red hot chili peppers song
Or just a warm august breeze gushing in
We all remember
Because when youth comes to an end and we seize to pretend that we will live forever it is when we feel like we are leaving those who arnt with us behind.

But we never actually do.

Rose petals wither as people go by
Try not to ask questions of why
For those forgotten
For those that destroyed
The same fate was eventually employed
A memory sour turned people around
A deadly plan came crashing down
For the people, the country, the mothers and wives
The men and the children all brought their knives
Rose petals wither as people go by
Silent tears drop where the marble now lies

I will never regret holding your hand
How can I regret something I once wanted so bad
And if you think the broken memories and promises are collateral damage then you are wrong
I never asked you for love poems or songs
All I wanted was to hold your hand and when I did it felt like thousands of tiny sun splashes were dancing in my eyes my lips and oh my god my thighs
I will never regret because regret in this case is weak
It would defy and soil the what seemed like a bright future
Yes I do not regret but that does not mean the fights were something I looked forward to
The Godzilla like monster I turned into every time you would crawl under my skin because you knew oh you knew
You knew that I liked tea with milk and if you step on my foot I will have to step on yours
You knew too much and yet nothing at all because that’s what it was supposed to be
We would go on yelling sprees over specks of dust
But in everything we did there was a lingering presence of lust and with that always an element of mistrust
It would gnaw on my nerves and rip out cords of my patience
The necessity to repeat, repeat, repeat the conversations made them looooong and tedious
And somehow we didn’t notice how it became so serious
And when we became ignorant we started to fade
Slowly but surly we obeyed the laws of disappearing
One missed call, two unread text messages, three kisses from a stranger
And just like that you disappear.

When I was a child
I fell in love with the sea
It was my home I felt like destiny had tied a thousand of monkey fist knots to my soul and no mater how far I’ll go it’ll always bring me back.
When I was a teenager I saw the sea in your eyes
The light breeze in your breath
The freshness in your skin
Your yell was like a wave crashing into the shore
The more I spent time with you the more I felt at home and somehow home sick
Yet through the fearsome storms I held on to you
But one day you were gone, fizzled out like the foam in the sea
I couldn’t breath for a while after that
A drowning soul in the comforting sea
The irony of that was overwhelming
Was I punished for temporarily pretending that you were my home
Was it too fake?
Sometimes I wonder if it was destiny telling me that I belong with the sea
And no boy who’s eyes mirror it’s reflection can substitute it for me.