to break boundaries
redefine limits
exceed expectations
sculpt the future
to not only survive
but to thrive
in a world that wants
to hold us back

all while bleeding.

“why are you so quiet”

i’m not sure how i’m supposed to answer that
do you want the truth
the truth is that i know
everyone in this room would choose
everyone else over me
i am just background noise here
if i did speak up my voice would be
drowned out by the obnoxious
music i don’t listen to and people
talking about things i don’t understand
no one here knows me
no one here even cares about knowing me

i think i’m going home

each day goes by
and nothing changes
we’re holding on to
something that isn’t there

when our eyes first met i was taken to another world
you have a galaxy hidden beneath the soft ocean blue
waiting to be discovered by those who look beyond the surface

you are not who your pretend to be (most people aren’t)
instead you are a boy who’s been hurt to many times
i can see it in the bags under your eyes and the cracks in your lips

you are lost.  i can tell by the way you stumble around
looking for comfort in people who aren’t worth your time
and leave you broken, in pieces

the others talk about you a lot but
do not worry about your reputation, darling
it’s just hard for them to understand

the world has beat you down. you are so young yet so hurt.
it’s hard, i know it’s hard to keep going but please do
hold on for a little while longer, because it gets better i promise

hold on for me

i hated the smell of cologne until i met you
now whenever i get a whiff of it from a passing stranger
i plunge into a deep nostalgia for a time when
i was yours and you were mine
when everything in the world was suddenly fine

there is something
about that boy
something that leaves you
always wanting more
no
it is not his body
it is his simple presence

i’ve always been an observer.  not really one to start up a conversation with someone new, or to make the first move in a relationship, or to like being the center of attention.  instead, i watch people.  i learn about them through their actions; how they treat others, the things they like, the way they talk.  i can read people pretty well.  i know if they’re the type of person i want in my life almost instantly.  and with you i knew the second i laid my eyes on you.  there is something soft about you and i saw it right away.  your heart is good, you treat others well.  and the more i learn about you, the more i think you are the perfect boy for me.  i ache to be with you.  to have you feel the same about me as i do about you.  you would make me so happy, and i think i could make you happy too, but i’m so used to watching instead of talking that i find it hard to start up conversations.  i am afraid i’ll say the wrong thing, that you won’t like me like i like you.  my heart has been broken so many times by boys i could never even call mine.  i'd hate for someone like you to be added to that list.