Left things at goodbye
Pursued our separated lives
And we let go...

Then once upon a time,
Our paths crossed
We talked and laughed;
Everything returned.

They say if you love something,
Let it go.
If it comes back,
It's yours.

I'm still afraid --
Now that he came back,
But still he wasn't mine?
What if still, it wasn't meant to be?

i was told
since i was young
that there was as many bad things about growing up
as there were good
and even knowing this
i still wanted to grow up
even now, i still do
because ive lost my innocence
and nobody seems to care
the difference between growing up
and where i am right now
is i am a flower that has fully bloomed
but i keep getting force fed water

i want to stop drowning in water

Thank you for breaking me

When I found all the pieces of myself

I rearranged them before putting them back together

And I became a new whole

you were the ******* one
her heart bleeds
she paints every stone blood red
stains every mirror black
kaleidoscope colors are not a metaphor
about the beauty of change anymore
they are the personification of a moment
slipping away with a single twist
you were supposed to be the ******* one
why couldn't we grow together
let our colors bleed together
she never knew the terror of changing colors
she never saw these shades
she can't even create these shades without dying
you are a complete stranger
the only mirror not painted black is pointed to you
a stranger
the kaleidoscope mirrors shatter
the sharpest and most bold colors flying from your tounge
all of them shades of red
all of them stolen from her
all of them dead

I only need that one person

Who will be my H E L L O in this world full of
                                                                                   goodbyes