Hello.

When you think nobody's home
To hear you cry yourself to sleep
You don't hear.

When you think that nobody out there loves you,
While that person you've liked down the street dreams about you
You don't feel.

When you use yourself as a canvas
And become ashamed to show your work,
You don't see.

When you send that last text,
Write that last word
With your shaking hands
Tears
Trailing behind every letter
You don't know.

That I can see you.
That I can feel you.
That I can hear you.

Because I am you.
The real you.
The beautiful reflection
That you've somehow lost
Through years
Of dirtying your mirror.

Your smile is true
But your words are a lie.

you told me to give you my heart and all i had was a bouquet of flowers but i guess sunflowers were never your favorite.

Each day I stand motionless,
My feet glued to place,
Some say stubborn, but I'm stuck in my ways.
I'm encased in this glass society.
So fragile. In need of a shake,
To stir up all that remains of past flames.

Ashes

Dance gracefully when tossed to the sky
But I choke for air as they cloud my mind
And I guess it looks different as the eye of the storm than it does as,

I witness,

You shake up my world once more
But my smile etched face wont change
Long after the dust has settled.