I lie in bed at night
Wondering what it would be like
If I were dead
Not a very pleasant topic
I know
But important none the less

See, I don’t particularly want to die
In fact I quite like living
But sometimes
Sometimes you just wonder

Would they cry?
Would they share funny memories?
Would they know which poem I want read?
(It’s Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep)
Would they miss me?
And most importantly,
Would they remember me?

After a while
Would they still think of me?
Or would I become
A faded memory
That only comes up
When looking through old photos

It may sound selfish
But I want them to remember me
Every year on my birthday
I want them to feel sad for a minute
Because they miss me

Is that reasonable of me?
To want to be missed
And remembered
When I’m gone

‘It’s like you never feel anything’

I do

You just can’t see it
That’s a good thing
Me keeping it inside
That’s a good thing

If you could get inside my head
You'd see how I am a nervous wreck
You'd see how each decision sends me in a frenzy
You'd see how each morning I wake up terrified of what might come

But luckily you don't

I can't have you ruining my reputation after all

Every night I dream of you
Of conversations we could have
Of touches we could share

But then when I see you
All those dreams go away

Because no matter what I imagine
It all fades into nothing
Compared to the reality of your smile

Why do people insist on labels?
Everything has to fit
But what if it doesn't?
What if I don't?

The only thing that I can say is that I'm me
Shouldn't that be enough?
Shouldn't that make everything clear?

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you! - Dr. Seuss

I am me
You are you
And that is all
No explanations needed

Such a silly thing to do, to fall in love with you. - The Hoosiers*

What was I thinking?
Oh right, I wasn't
I just fell

I think I might be in love with you
I don't know
I don't know how love feels
All I know is how I feel
And how I've never felt this before

I think I might be in love with you
I don't know
I don't know how this goes
But I'd like to find out
Please let me find out

As the pain pierced through the murky veil of indifference that surrounded her, she felt alive again.

How do I tell you what I think
When the moment I see you
I forget my carefully planned speech

How do I tell you what I think
When the moment I open my mouth
I discover my words have left me

How do I tell you anything
When I don't know what you think

So I lose my confidence
And hold my tongue

Because never saying anyhing
Is better than hearing
You don't think the same as me

I am a bird
No, a fly
A flying fly
Or am I falling

Flying or falling
You can fly down
But can you fall up

Flying or falling
I could be Peter
But maybe I'm Alice

What if I stop
If I stop flying I'll fall
If I stop falling I'll hit the ground
Or will the ground hit me