Do you ever wonder that maybe she has an extra vein to her heart, and that's why she's longing for love?

Has it ever crossed your mind that he might not be allowed to choose his own faith, and that's why he's confused?

Does anyone ever stop to think that we all really might be different? In ways we can't even see, in ways we couldn't relate to. There's more than meets the eye, and for those things, accept.

Crease by crease
Line by line
Day by day
I built character,
I got older, a little more tattered by the stipulations of life
Time passed and I changed.
I met you
My shade of white seemed to brighten that day, you weaved through every crease and smudge on me, dissecting the defining moments of my life
You loved them all, you loved the imperfection of me, and for that i told you how the imperfections came to be
You touched me without laying a finger on my body
You lit a fire inside of me that has embers still glowing hot
And I know it's inevitable that this can't last forever
I just hope it outlasts me-
but if not-
it's beautiful if just for a moment.
Because I'm paper, no matter who tries to flatten me out and smooth me straight, they'll see the ways you touched me, I'll never be the same.

In an unfortunate series of events I watched my dreams for us dash and collide like a thousand super novae explosions

My memories of you are the only things that sustain me

Your sitting in my car when I leave school

Your lying in my bed when I come home

Your singing with me when I shower

Your reflection is in my mirror as I dress

Your presence is everywhere, always

It's on my stained sheets and my wrinkled shirt

It's in the smell of my pillow and the perfume seeping from my pores

Its Your finger prints on every door leading  to me

It's the thoughts of you that never leave my mind

It's in the tears that flow across my face as I fall asleep

-But most importantly

It's in the memories I cherish because I was with you, you were mine to love

My hair is being pulled by the stars again
Just in the moment your eyes let go of mine
Wandering is a soul that loves what doesn't love it.
Thrashing me endlessly from each edge of my existence
Until what's left dies -
A memory slowly blurring away
Rippling steadily until there's no trace at all
How can something that makes you feel so alive just die?

I feel like I've been trying to work on trust for the past year and a half.
Trust in taking a leap of faith
Trust in the fact that the unexpected could be coming
Trust in those around me that they'll catch me when I fall,
Trust in myself

But really, all we can do as humans is keep moving forward, everyday.
Breathe through the moments.
Isn't that enough?

Aren't we enough?