weather is changing
for better, or worse

and i am changing
for better, or worse

days are turning darker
nights are getting colder

and i am growing numb
to everyone, everything

soon i shall be giving thanks
in a few days time

to the people who never left
and places which molded me

i will not be eating turkey
most likely, i will eat Chinese food
by myself, somewhere in this city

but i will give thanks
i must
shouldn't i?

to everyone who has stayed in my life
and every place that carved me out of stone

that will be my thanksgiving
that will be all
that will be it for me, this year

don't say it, i've heard it before

that word, which rolls off the tongue

as quickly as rain runs down window panes

forever, can be temporary

it can be a single moment

forever is scary, when you approach its meaning

don't say it, unless you mean it

i've heard it before

again and again, and once more

the last time i heard "forever"

"forever" lasted several months, until it was over

and even the one, who assured me eternity was in our future

had fled from my life, into someone else's

i guess, "forever" had a different definition

than the one found in the pages of a dictionary

saying "forever" is simple

but actually meaning "forever" is in the proof

they are two separate worlds

saying "forever", is in a world of spontaneity

actually meaning "forever", is in a world of endless effort, perseverance

along with blood, sweat, and few tears along the way

saying "forever", will leave you lonely someday

actually meaning "forever", will make you feel whole, and feel loved

words have no meaning, if they do not match actions

actions have all of the meaning, they are the proof

they are the truth

they are forever

she was like snow

beautiful, but cold

even in the summer

especially, in the heat

she was like snow

so beautiful, yet so cold

even when her heart healed

especially, when it broke again

She didn't remember who she was
Before they told her who to be
And what to wear, and how to act
She had no recollection at all

Society placed her in a cage
But not before beating her down
Until there was nothing left
But a lost girl
Who followed trends
Who feared being herself
Who hated herself
And became addicted to fitting in
And staying in

She gazed at him
As if he was a sunset
Not knowing
He would one day
Set fire to her heart
And leave it in ashes
For the next boy

the graveyard is in her mind

taking up space, next to broken memories

of better times and happiness

when she felt alive and hoped for the best

but now, her thoughts are buried

six feet below her nightmares

and ideas about what love is, and what it might do

if it finds her again

if i could snap my fingers

and have her in my arms

that snap would make sparks fly

and light the entire world on fire

for the rest of eternity

and although we would die

at least i would get to hold her

just one last time