Sometimes I dream at night
I think
Of things I cannot see
Of things I cannot feel
When my voice has left me
And all I can do is
Watch
Observe the horrors
Reach
But my arms won't move
Cry
But no sound can be heard
And the tears don't form
Not till I wake up
Drenched
But for what reason?
Shaking
But what fear is there?
As I roam the halls
It plays through my head
Like a distant
Memory
That isn't real
And the lines become blurred
Between my reality and
Dreams

My heart goes out to many
My heart goes out to few
To friends who have my back
To the one I saved for you

Many think we have one heart
But I find that to be untrue
For I love the ones around me
As much as I love you

Some think I over exaggerate
When I yell out "I love you"
To a stranger, an acquaintance I just met
But they deserve love, too

So understand this heart of mine
In the many pieces you see
Is not broken, no,
But used, to share with many

The many are the ones I just met
The few are the ones I hold dear
If the many give it back to me
Then I give more to the few

It's raining
And somehow the rain always brings me to you
The chaotic way it falls on the roof
And the calm way it falls on me

I don't think of you because you're the same as it
I think of you because you're not
You don't wash away a part of me
Neither do you envelop me into who you are

Instead you pull all pieces of me together
You turn my scars to tattoos
You let me be my own puzzle piece
That fits with yours

You're not the rain, you aren't
You don't hide the sun and conquer
Instead you lay down with me
And let our skins get sunburnt

You aren't the rain.
You're everything, instead.

I turned seventeen today.
It's nothing special.
But I turned seventeen today,
And that's something.

There's a difference between
Seventeen and 17.
They have the same value,
But have a different meaning.

Seventeen is
Your teen years
Coming to an end
But just starting all the same

Seventeen is
Your last year as a child;
The ability to be free
With little responsibility

Seventeen is
Maturity
Adolescents
Personality

But 17 is
Just a number.
It has no real significance.
It's not special.

17 is
Just an age
That's not as important
As 18 and 21.

17 is
Small
Irrelevant
Numerical.

But I turned seventeen today
I turned 17 today
Mature.
Irrelevant.