Fall to deeply

Fly to high

Search for answers in the wrong people

But there is something poetic in our strife
there is something so pure in feeling so deeply
that our love consumes our very being

E.R.

I learned that we rush to grow up
since the day we turn fifteen

that our childhood dream
of being invisible
has turned into a terrible nightmare

that we hope to read our future
in the smoke of cigarrettes
and that we look for answers
at the bottom of the bottles

that flying means more than
throwing yourself from the roof
and floating beyond the sky

that if we stop sleeping
we would mix reality
and dreams
and sometimes that's all we need

That maybe the cure of cancer lives
inside the mind of a child
who can't afford education

that no one would behave as society demands
if we had nothing to lose

that hearts only break once for real
and that liars were once
the purest

that cold and heartless people
don't really exist

that we all have scars
maybe not in our wrists
but in our hearts and souls
or in the little universes that we create
and crumbled down

that we all had an imaginary friend
to keep us from being alone
when mom and dad used to fight

that the best poetry cones from chaos and pain
and that we use art to release our anger
because it's just art
and it doesn't worry anyone

that if each of us were a little bit kinder
less people would wish to disappear
and the world would be a better place

I understood that the books are a lot like mirrors
that we only see in them
what we already carry inside of us

that if we would send less texts
we'd know when a friend feels lonely
that we rather take pictures of the moment
than livig it with the person sitting next to us

That there are no potions to forget the pain
nor chocolates that makes us feel better

that we are all a little crazy
and we are okay with that
that happiness depends on us
and how bad we look for it

but this is just what I learned
and I don't know...
what did you ?

Instead of waking up reaching for you in the morning, I pray there's a morning that you'll actually be there...& there's a sky full of stars that I could gaze at, but it'd be pointless without your love. I could only dream of a day where my desperation for you won't be overpowering because my thirst will be quenched...& your sweet kiss will cure this sugar rush, and your tongue made of knives will no longer cut me but those are all dreams, and when I wake up I'm left to lay in a plethora of sheets dripping with reality. My reality is the withdrawals I have from your hands exploring my body. My reality is the ocean flowing from me that will only float your boat. My reality is that I can move on and find other love, but none quite meet my reflection like you. My reality is that I reach you through these poems that you don't even deserve to read. My reality is that you are terribly flawed in so many peoples eyes, but to me, you're an angel. My reality is that we went to war and my body was torn to pieces and you came out unscarred. My reality is that through all of this, I still love you. There was a time where my soul belonged to you, and now I spend my days chasing your memory and the poisonous butterflies rampaging my stomach have reached a level of immunity. To this, I have learned that home is not merely a place, but rather a person. My home lies in you, and lies that fill our bedroom are starting to become our truths. For, I have found the key to your heart and you have changed the locks; my darling I tasted your skin to know what it was like to breathe in pure ecstasy and that's when I want to hate you. I want to hate you because the pit of my stomach will always have this uneasiness whereas you can go on undamaged. I want to hate you because my life did a 180 and you're still on a straight path and just when I feel myself close enough to hate, a wind comes rushing in to remind me that all of the stars in the universe couldn't compare to you, and every single tear fallen cannot compete with the day you whispered the words I love you and not even the months spent mourning over you can replace the heart that beats for you. My love, the rainbow always comes after the rain, and I'm afraid that you are my rainbow.

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