Dear five, without you I would not be here. For my mom was born In your month of May. And my dad was born On the fifth of June. Both of my siblings And I make a five Person family crew. My bank account would Be empty, but for Five random dollars I’ve managed to save. Would you consider Inspiring more than Just me? With your great Set of multiples? Without ten, fifteen, Twenty-five, oh where Would we be? Dear five, You’re so important To all, not just me.
Dear Gerard, Yes, that's your name now. You'll have to get used to it. Now that's besides the point. There will be a very hard time in your life. Where you feel like you're not like everyone else and try to be like them. Just F-ing embrace it. Cause that's what makes you who you are. There will be people at different times in your life that will try to make you bad. But don't ever let The Light Behind Your Eyes fade because of them. There will also be a time where your thoughts get the best of you. That's when you'll find the sheriffs of emo town. You'll also find Patrick Stump and all of Green Day. Then, in about a year or so, you'll find something that you didn't know was missing. which is the show Supernatural. All of which will save your life many times. One thing I want you to never forget is ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING. Oh, one last thing, try to have a good relationship with your mother.
I'm staring at the sun, with the light in between your eyes; and this feeling inside of your bright smile. Summer kisses, caught inside of it's denial. And the filled cases of your love; trying not to lose this trial.
It's those lips that shapes that smile; those last skins giving depth to those thighs. And writing about you; that helps me with these rhymes. I'm in the directions towards love; I'll meet you by all of the signs. I'm found; but it's a new love I still need to find.
So by the end of this short letter line, my penned down emotions are red signed.
I can’t clearly explain the sensation: sweeping waves of emotion cascade through my being. Delicately wiping away any negatively-charged flotsam that had been wading through my consciousness, music pervades.
Lucky are the few who live their life inundated with the languorous luxury of music’s embrace.
Seems like there’s nothing your favorite song cant fix.
I sometimes wonder if any words I say in whatever order could ever encapsulate the depths of my emotions. I wonder if you’re aware of what you have gotten yourself into. If every moment,every rug pulled from underneath me, all of it was to turn me into someone you could love. I worry you do not understand what love looks like to me. Then every worry is squished the moment you speak. I love you does not do the emotions justice. It does not do you justice. You are the truest emotion I’ve ever felt. You anchor my fleeting thoughts and wandering mind. Light me ablaze and calm the storm. My soul recognizes your own. There simply isn't anyone else that will do, it always was and always will be you.
How the present is the many moments, you and I in our youth will cherish. But perhaps it's the future's investment, we find so precious.
You and I haven't met, and we're all looking for a lover of next. But why do you expect so much from love, of that which we don't have? The tenderness many will share to another; but what of us to tend our own land. Do you understand; that all you long to give, isn't as easy if it's not something you've once received. How we live, are from lessons we've been taught at birth, and kept to heart.
I wasn't taught how to truly love. As Love wasn't all I got.
I went out for the discovery of it, as a teen being lost. I've made many mistakes, some that have given my character shape. But often past mistakes, brings the present's shame.
As a lizard sheds their skins; I shed my skins of discomfort. Vulnerable, and bare to the times I've almost lost it. (That being my love) Beauty soon fades as with age. Some nights; the love I give may not feel the same as yesterday's.
And I'm not one to often change; but I rather try and make it. But why would I believe I can change one's self in the choice of being in love with them.
"Oh I can change him/her," the phrase being said more than enough.
But this first letter points out the views of me, into the views of you. And as I wrote this, the picture view of us, being as one from two.
And it still hurts, it never easy to forget. For what you put in versus what you actually get. Dear Starlight, don’t admit. I think it’s something we both will not regret.
Go on cut me down. Are you seeking that reaction?! Don’t bore me with a useless explanation.
You have my word, there are only lies in my sincerity. Pause in hesitation. But you lie and look down and try to disparage me. Looks with expectations.
Are my scars worth understanding? My dreams are scattered and blurry But there is nothing more real than what’s in front of me.
If you cannot see that, than what does anything mean? Besides if it provides any clarity. Looking back on it has been the best I have ever seen. And something we both do not deserve but have both been getting.
Don’t let it get into your head and fill you with anger and dread. Where you begin to find everything wrong with me and use it like a target because your mad. We will get passed this storm don’t let it make you sad.
I would give anything, I want to start over again. How could I have been so blind? Where do I begin?