my heart tap dances in my chest
almost skipping
out on my tongue
to escape the cavernous cage
that is my ribs.

Shows strength,
But no courage.
Shows what he is made of,
But he just light luggage.

Don't let them ruin you,
They already ruin themselves.
You better then them,
Pathetic waste...
More stupid then their dumbbells.

Watch out for you may feel weak,
But you are a champion.
It's only fear they seek...

"There is no poetic beauty in pain."
I am learning this slowly.
My hands still shake when it's past 2 in the morning
and breathing isn't easy most nights.
I am not poignant with my words
and some days it's hard to get out of bed.

This is my adolescence:
A tangled mess of dismantled almosts
and empty promises scribbled messily on the back of restaurant napkins.
It's stolen kisses in sleepy coffee shops,
failing chemistry,
driving recklessly,
and staying up late on lonely nights to watch the sunrise.

There are days where I'm convinced life shines
with a brilliance unknown to me,
so I continue on and live for those days.
Those days where breathing comes a little easier and I remind myself
that everything happens for a reason.
I hope you find these days where all you know is basked in a vibrance you've only read about.

Live for those days.
Live for me.

It's only late at night
When my body's too tired to fight
The constant stream of images
Running through my mind
That's when I begin to imagine
How it might feel to have you held tight in my arms
Soft skin like fire against mine
Warm breath kissing my neck
At your every exhale

My heart jumps at the thought
Of yours being so close.

If I had the chance
to tell you everything I thought about,
I wouldn't.
I fear you would hate me,
even though you probably already do.
However, if I had the chance
to tell you that I still think of you
on a daily basis,
I would.
I hope you think of me too,
even though you probably don't.