Gone Boy

She owns me yet she doesn't seem to really know this.
I've existed also to love her for a long time now, with her smile as my most priceless of gifts. I've also grown to  wear it on my own.
From the day I took time looking at her smile and appreciated the effects it had on me. Life has been beautiful ever since as she flows through me.
Moving from the inner depths of my creation to the outbursts of my expression, she has a hold on me as I feel her more than anything I've ever encountered I'm a gone boy.

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I didn’t know
That when you left
I wouldn’t see you
Ever again.

I waved goodbye
I smiled bright
Until they called me
Late at night.

Sometimes I think
When light has gone
You were a lost cause
All along.

But then when rays
Of light arrive
Tears of betrayal
Leave my eyes.

your friends are leaving you left and right


when will you change?

Ode to the road.

See you and your rivered mind.
Sought out in cyan.
And cry for the drift in your eye.
Made for.
The groove.
The tremolo in your pace.
Rose hue to your face.
And the sea to your shirt.
The one you got in Olympia.



Garrett Johnson.

crystals flooding her eyes
she blinks, breaking the dam
they stream down her face, sparkling
the lights are a blur and the plane rises above them
she doesn't want to leave
"goodbye," she whispers
to their apartment
"goodbye," she whispers
to their favorite spot by the lake
"goodbye," she whispers
to the person who made her feel like she was worth it
she doesn't want to leave him
but he does

It’s fun to do whatever I like, to feel whatever I want to feel, but there are days I have this longing feeling of certain emotion, I can’t tell what it is, but it’s closed, locked, and no one, not even me, could find the key.

I need you to understand. I will always love you, even in your broken.
Not in spite of it or because of it, but as a result of it.
I buy dead roses so they can see their beauty in my reflection when they wilt away.
I can’t leave broken glass figurines where they may never find a home.
So when you’re trying to piece yourself together, or start to fall apart, know that I love you.
And I can only hope that you still love me too.

I was always there to lend an ear.
And as we sat in the back of your car you. talking and me listening.
I can sense all the sadness you felt.
All the anger you held in.
There wasn’t much for me to say but all I could think to do is to open up my arms and embrace you and I did.
All you needed was a hug to feel loved .
And I gave that to you.
All I ever wanted to do was love you.
Was that not enough?