When life sets in and the adrenaline wears off
And you realize that you just want to talk;
Fear, it is not
Happiness, it is not
What it is, is space
Or what most would call emptiness
Live. In this moment.
Embrace it. Don't lament it.
This sentiment. It's all yours
So don't you dare give up on unopened doors
Realize that you don't need a rock
Because you are the only person to whom you need to talk.

Throughout all of these events
I have one thought
I wonder if I could mess with you
As much as you messed with me
Unintentionally

She was always too smart, too afraid, too strong
Too cautious to fall in love
Too perfect to get hurt

Always on guard
Always in charge of her heart
Eyes always open wide

But behind this fort that
She's learned to build around herself
She's as vulnerable as a child
Who can't afford to cry

Everybody's saying hello like it's some sort of trend
But this, this is real life
People are not trends and actions are not savvy
They both mean something- atleast they should
It may be childish to think so; this isn't the care bears
Sharing is not caring
Sharing is a planned action with an expected result
You say things have stayed the same
Have they really?
Actions don't come without words nor do words come without motive
If this is what it's all about
I will gladly say that I have failed