Absence of light
Present at night
Proof that man fears the unknown
And its place can't be known

A symbol of fear, terror and harm
One that has spooked every man
Whether black, yellow or white
All have once feared its might

But what does it mean to me
As I sit in the thick of it
It's a place of peace, freedom and hope
For no one can see me when I mope

For me the Darkness is not scary,
It's simply a quiet place
Where I and my mind can commune
And I simply love the silence of a tomb

I sit there with my dreams
Broken or not,
Achieved or not,
Hoped for or not.

One word
Is all
I need
From you.
One word,
Then I
Will go,
Will disappear,
And that
I promise

It's funny-how one word can change everything.
One word can make the good memories fade away.
One word can hurt more than a physical blow.
One word can overtake your every thought.
One word can consume you.
One word can break you.
It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free.
I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.

For all the things I should tell you,

I was left with only one word

I can't recall that word, for it was cold that night,

we were under a street light, no one was around

Just us and the cold breeze

Surrounding us was the foreshadowing of the now;

A future that is just us cold as your hands when I tried to hold them

As you pulled your hands away, so did your promises;

promises that made a huge smile on my face,

those were just promises as light at paper;

that were blown away by the very wind that came out your mouth

I'm still here under the same streetlight where you left.

A streetlight that keeps on following me around;

showing to others what is left of me;

a scare, is all I have left of the memories of you

A scare that was made by you ripping the smile out of me

I keep on going back to that cold night;

seeking for answers to just one word

with only a scare to remind me of everything.

It's all coming back now

it keeps getting clearer, the word that I was left with;

but with it comes this gut wrenching feeling;

the word keeps echoing through my mind

why?

You

Breathe.

When from your mouth
the non-truth flies
and you fill your head
with your own lies
you can bluster
you can mumble
but sooner
your wall
starts to crumble

the perfect word to describe me.

I texted you one time, to ask if your sister was home.
You said, "Yup."
I asked if you could ask her to text me, since I don't have her number.
You said, "Sure."
I said, "Thanks."
That was the entire conversation between us.
It felt weird, sending you a text.
And your replies made me feel even worse.
It was obvious that you didn't care about hearing from me.
Besides, I asked you to do one thing, and you did nothing.
I got no text from your sister, nor did I get her number.
It's nice to know how much you care about me, your friend.
And more than that, you couldn't even text back "Hi" or "Hello".
If anything, you could've given me an honest answer, but you didn't.
I guess I won't be texting you for anything anymore.
Bye.