I need a computer, I can not type
Backspace to eliminate mistakes I make
To correct a defect I might have made
So I can drop more lines, more Good or Bad Vibes

I need a pencil, I can not write
erasers to remove bloopers I missed at first sight
To fix any disasters after my hand wrote backward
So I can forget before, and think of what comes after.

I am purple
I am blue
I am all of the colors
Mashed together to form a cool toned brown
I am all of the little things
Pressed together to make an explosion
I am everything and nothing
All at the same time
I feel like I know where I’m going
But I don’t know were this is going
This used to make a point
And now it’s lost
So this is goodbye

they always say it isn’t a competition
but sometime it sure feels like it

two people have broken up with their girlfriends to date me
another one offered
maybe these aren’t compliments, but I guess I’ll take them as such

I held my pride,
I really tried,
My body cried,
For I didn't try to hide,
He was my guide,
On this ride,
But all feelings aside,
He already had his bride.

when it hits, there are no words.

the drive, the glow, the kind air
disappeared from my heart a long time ago,
it seems, and this is nothing but the last part of the breakdown,
not so much as an aftershock
than the very aftermath.
i cannot break down if i am long gone;
i cannot speak if i am empty—

and i am just empty,
a quietly sitting void, a patch of vapor.
the words do not come to me, and here i sit,
artless.
i think,
this is where the anger should be,
burning somewhere in the back of my mouth,
or, this is where the sadness should come,
turning my eyes to water,

but it doesn’t. it doesn’t.
and so there i sit, then,
empty.

you used me for ***
and I should be upset
but it's you I laugh at
because you ****** in bed
I faked every time
and I don't feel bad, not a bit
you used me for ***
just wished you'd be better at it

I wish I could win the button that resets the reset button
I'd pin that button on my vest and wear it out on Sunday
and
on other days I'd put it in my treasure chest.

I wish and wish and if wishes wear thin I'll never get to pin
anything anywhere.

they were pretty, but they didn't have your eyes or your gentle kindness.

I am water.
I mold to fit into your life
But you never really care for the flavor I add.

I am a chameleon.
I fade in and out of the existence you know and into another's.

I am clear.
I seem to be see through, but you never really know what's inside.

I see you
On the other side
Of the glass.

At least...
That's what I think it is.

Though even if it is glass
Why don't you turn to look at me
As I scream your name
And try to break it.

Overtime
I found
That there was glass
Just not where I thought it was.

And overtime
I found
That I wasn't the one who finally broke it.