I think I like-like you.
You are always on my mind (I used to make fun of people who said this but god it's true!)
I love how we talk about music and agree on everything (except on rap but I'm opening my mind up to it just for you)
I love how you sing along to songs under your breath and then to me when you notice I'm staring (I always get goosebumps just thinking about us at the concert with your arm around me)

At the same time I'm nervous.
Nervous because as everyone says all good things come to an end.
Nervous because I'm never good enough.
Nervous because as soon as I'm happy something happens and it's all gone in a second.

But for you I would brave my fears and doubts just for the chance to hold you in my arms again and maybe just maybe we will meet at another concert and reconnect like we did so many months ago before.

He stands tall, but not the tallest any more
Hazel eyes define every other feature on his face
His hair is like mine
A mess of untamable curls like our father had in college
Calloused fingertips reveal every late night spent
Playing his guitar
Learning and writing songs alike
His voice is a spectrum of booming frustration to gentle advice
Afternoons after school
and late nights after breakups were spent belting at the top of our lungs
all of the songs we only sang in front of each other
When he was in high school
He was a safe I could keep all my secrets with
The ones I wouldn’t dare tell mom and dad
and now
I can only make deposits on holidays and seldom weekends
Over anything else
I love how he trusts me with his secrets
Making just as many deposits as I do if not more
Though he is only a call away
It’s not the same as having him down the hall
It’s not the same
It’s never going to be the same

i've been listening to classical music lately
because it soothes my ill mind
and the melodies all remind me of you and your many sides;
the soft piano chords that chime
and the terrifying bass lines.
i think i've fallen in love with the heartache-ink that makes
up these tunes,
i just wish i had fallen in love
with you
(cjw)

People write poetry,
to clear their guilty souls.
To try and find hope,
in a world that's so cold.

They spill out their heart.
They spill out their soul,
in hopes that they find
some glistening gold.

Some form of release,
to put their worries to bed.
find the light in the tunnel
through all the crap they've been fed.

But not I.

The reason I write,
is all but too clear.
I write because I live,
and ill write until I disappear.

Though you were just small
our love for you was vast,
we caught you in a shoe
but that home did not last.

We moved you to a box
outside of our friends home,
we poked you with some grass
you just wanted to be alone.

But deep down in your heart
covered with dark brown scales,
we knew you really cared
from your head down to your tail.

we had to let you go
it made us really sad,
the way you slithered away
was really rather rad.

we miss you dearly
little buddy,
we'll see you some day
When it's bright and sunny.