Burn them
The letters I gave
You never read them anyway
Burn them
The poems I made
It was all a part of yesterday

You never knew
How much every word meant to me
More than it ever did to you
You never knew
How every response you say
Is silence, to me,
Easily blown by the wind away.

Unread them, unremember,
If possible.
I do not want to remember
How foolish I was to write you
All of my heart
In pieces of paper.

My hearts undone,
one by one,
plucked away until they're gone.
I can't pretend, I'm going in
mind unwind oblivion.
Forced by fate, I sit and wait
through the motions of each day.
The hope it fades, frustration rage
Long haul for the pearly gates.
Makeshift breath is put to rest,
it's what they call the life of test.

Walk into class
Stop and stare
The tables been taken
Forced to sit with the rest
Myself and one other
Forced to do the unthinkable
Socialize

She whispers to the stars and birds that live in the night sky
"Take my hand, let me fly with you. Oh please. This tree that I'm standing on can only go so high..." She reaches to touch the sky, but falls short...yet again.
And she is stuck gazing, but never close enough. And is left still trying to fathom, to accept...that she will never be high enough. Her hope leaves, taken by thieves in the night.

You had me at hello
No, you had me at the first syllable
You had me at the inhale before you spoke
You had me always
But I never had you
My biggest regret was not choosing you
I had you in the palm of my hand
And promised I had you secured
Within the knuckles of my grasp
And you started slipping
All the girls whispered about the boy
with the dark eyes and beautiful smile
And how could they not?
What chance did I have
I can see in his eyes he's empty
Maybe that's what the drugs are for
Although he'd never admit it
I know he's so much more than he makes himself out to be
He'd be the best worst decision of my life
But in the end it's him

It's always been him

I go to hold your hand,
only to find that it's not empty.
I try to fix your broken heart,
only to find it already mended.
I ask to fill your days,
only to see your calendar's full.
I go to kiss you gently,
only to feel that your lips are wet.
I try to say, "I love you",
only to find that you're not listening.
I look into your baby blues,
only to see someone else inside.
I can never truly call you mine,
if you already belong to another.

Life is like a railroad.
A song that never ends.
Its given and its taken.
Life. It has no end.
People live from day to day.
Without a single clue.
Of what will happen in days end.
The mist beyond the blue.

The stitches pull apart at the seams
Unless the words are undone
And you un-speak them;
Something that can never be.
We eat whole heartedly, parted,
On the barrier resentment has erected.