When you read those corny books about breakup they tell you that no matter how hard you think it might be, you'll get over it. You'll get over him. You'll get over her. You'll get over late summer nights where you swore you would never need anything else. And you felt solace in a book that promised happiness at the end of the road and so you tried to stop missing him. You tried to stop missing her. You replaced them with other people. You kissed that short, skinny boy with greasy hair to see if his lips compared to the ones you grew used to. They didn't. You kissed that tall, chubby girl to see if her lips made you sing like the way you were making music for all those years. They didn't. Nothing you tried to replace your first love with was the same.

And that is the point.

When you fall in love for the very first time, they don't tell you that it's going to hurt when it ends. Well, they might but hell if you'll believe it. You're blinded by something that we would all beg for another chance to do over and I swear to God I would do it the same way again. You were blinded by a force so strong you simply cannot move on in 3 months. Today was supposed to be your 3 year anniversary.

And it wasn't.

When you fall out of love the first time they don't tell you how or when you will get back up. They don't tell you that you will check his Twitter every day. You will see if her Instagram pictures of you two remain. And they don't tell you how badly you'd rather take a knife to the gut when you see they moved on already. It feels the same anyway.

When you fall in love for the second time, though. Everything is different.

When you fall in love for the second time, you wish everything was different. You beg your brain to not **** this one up. You bargain with your heart to let yourself have one night to enjoy what it has for once.
But the games you let sink into your blood and permeate your idea of love come back to life when your heart starts to beat again. You notice different things about the second person you love, like how their hair never stays in their hat the right way or the way they fall asleep laying on their back but always end up on their side holding you really tightly and how you finally feel okay with them, for once, even if it's just for a night. You notice that their hands are a different shape than the first person you love and that they might shape clay differently and it might not hurt you as much as before and you notice you're absolutely terrified of replacing someone else's hands so you use your own to push them away as hard and as far as possible.

And for the second time, you ****** up.
For the second time, with someone new,
you broke all the rules and you hurt someone who loved you.

They don't tell you how to fall in love a second time because they're so shocked you could ever love again after all those nights you spent screaming into your pillow until you lost your voice and fell asleep remembering that one park you used to hold hands at 16. But they will not tell you how to feel that way again because something sunk it's teeth deep into your skin and its venom changed the chemicals within you and now you see love as a game and I'm sorry because it isn't.
I'm sorry you have to hurt people to show them you're changed and I'm sorry that you are stuck in this wave of not knowing who will come into your life and make you sing again.

When you fall in love for the first time, it is in that one park and you swear it's the best feeling in the world. You swear you can fly.
When you fall in love the second time, please don't let it go, you know what it feels like already to watch love die.

Just thinking of the emerald
stained optics that attend
the seminars behind the red curtains
that close over his eyes
make the lace-structured legs beneath me
want to give out

I have come undone.
My body like bandages,
a mummy roaming the earth.
I thought I was doing good
I'm fine type of thing.
I have not admitted
that I am not okay
Theres so much that I have on my plate right now.
deadlines
love
abiding
accusing
ranting
I have been in the biggest swirl of my life,
like an ice cream machine
but not so sweet
Dad is angry all the time.
Mom is tired all the time.
My sister is ****-talking all the time.
And I?
I am being depressing all the time.
No body told me life was supposed to be easy,
guess I was assuming again
My life is screeching to a halt.
I want to take a time out,
to let myself breathe
but with my life,
breaks don't exist
I want this pain to cease.
I want to seal this dilemma with a crease.
But it ain't that easy
See I walk into school
To come home
and repeat.
I expect something new to happen.
But I don't get the feeling.
****
I feel undone.
I force myself to read my life like it's a book.
But the truth is, I don't see an end anytime soon.
This novel just keeps on going
and going
and going
and going
when will it stop?
I feel undone.
I admit it.
I thought I was strong enough to handle this,
but in the midst of it all,
I now realize
*I have come undone

"some days man, some days"

It's like when you were a kid
and you tripped down the sidewalk,
but you didn't fall hard enough to bleed,
and nothing appears to be wrong,
from the outside,
at least,
so you shove those tear drops
back down your eye holes,
and get up,
and keep walking,

like **** that sidewalk.

Show me the secrets of the world
Hidden in photographs and all the books to be read.
I am young, I am curious.

Scrape my knees on the sidewalk
And I'll bleed through careless laughter,
I'll wipe the sweat from my playground days
With towels that are now too small
For this body I've grown into,
and oh, how I've grown:
I'm older, longer limbs and bigger words
Taller, tall enough to see
Beyond fairytales and nursery rhymes,
I'm tall enough to look out the window
And feel the world before me,
And grasp it like it is mine, like I am meant
To soar over oceans the way I ran on asphalt,
But still I am young enough, and I wonder still.

So let the clocks tick so I can watch the sun rise
Let me cry my eyes out to wipe my tears
Let  me laugh until I cannot breathe
Let me love until I cannot see
Let me feel like I shine with the stars overhead
Let me learn and learn from the world to no end
Let me drown so I can gently float to the surface
Let me be adventurous, frightened of growing up
Let me be splendidly young forever.