I turned to face you.
And you were already looking at me.
My breath hitched.
My vision blurred
To protect me
From the blinding radiance of your beauty
The glow of pale pink in your cheeks.
I smiled and turned away.

I hate what we are.
How we can't be more.
This is the worst its felt in a while.
With me falling hard
And you feeling sorry for me.
It's not the first time it's happened.
I shouldn't be this forlorn.
But the way I feel about you
Is something stronger than what I've felt before.

I'm sorry I'm not what you want.
All I want is to be good enough for you.
But I'm not.
I'm just...
I'm so sorry.

When you look at the ground and see a flower sprouting out of a crack in the concrete, you don't ask why the concrete formed on top of the ground
Which so clearly belonged as a home to the flower
You ask what that flower is doing sprouting out of that concrete

And the flower still sprouts no matter the place or the concrete

On cloudy days in cities sometimes you don't see the stars very clear
Only in the most polluted areas do you tend not to see them at all
You tend to say that there are no stars that night when you don't see them at all

But they are always there
No matter where you are, even when you see none
Even if they are hiding from a world who'd rather not see stars
They'll always be there

If people ask me if I've ever grown out of this stage
I hope that I respond that everyone dies,
Usually from age,
But you don't
ask an old
person if
they've
grown out of life
Yet

And, when someone dies
Someone is always living
And you can't try and
Operate on death  if
someones still living

What we consume will be produced again and be consumed again if we look at it the right way, but will we?

Even when we don't see a living soul
Even when we don't see a star in the sky
I promise they are there

I promise we resist, hold our ground
fight for it, resist, as is our nature
Just like the flower sticks to the ground
I will stick my soul; I will stick to my heart
I will even if you don't want me to

Excuse me while I stop and cry,
don’t ask cause I won’t say.
It just seems like something,
I need to do today.

Excuse me while I pause and smile,
a thought just came to me.                                      
Of one I love deep in my heart,
and how we came to be.

Excuse me while I talk to God,
and thank him for this day.
There is so much he’s done for me;
I need this time to pray.

Excuse me while I take my leave,
its time for me to go.
I’ve enjoyed this time with you,
I hate to leave, you know.

But ill be back here one day soon,
and spend more time with you.
We’ll find new things to talk about,
and more new things to do.

.    I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
     for someone to put me back together.

No one came, but it’s all the same:
     Mended or not
     I’m now cracked
     and incapable
of holding anything inside.

I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.

Blazing stars align
hues ascend and intertwine
swimming in your eyes

you will be complete then.

when you are deaf again

when you are blind again.

when the world stops,

and all that is left, is love.

The simplest things in life
Are most always taken for granted,
Lies and desseat
Mourning and tears
You hate when its
All around you yet
You never notice when
Its all that’s in you.

When the sun dies
And clouds get grey
No one cares until
It rains.
Only then do they notice the pain
The pressure
Inside they hold.

A warm breeze through an open window
Turns the pages of an open book
Just to close it in the end.

So whats next?
In life, no one knows
Perhaps that’s why some choose to live it
While others choose to just
Take a hit.
Because
Heading for the unknown is interesting
Until of course
You realize you really have no clue.

A false pretence
A false knowledge
Isn’t enough when your falling
Farther than you’ve ever known.
Even still, pictures fade with memories
As you realize that the past
Is gone and the future
Is all you have to look forward to.
The disappointment
The uncommitted and overly committed
The dismal and vivid
Exuberant and dejected
But even more,
The unknown.