We can be taught
How to read and write
And cook meals
And ride a bike;
We can be taught
Like running, swimming,
And going high on the swings;
But no one can teach us
How to love and cope
Or mend a broken heart,
Or hold onto hope.
And no one tells us
How it will feel
When you're in love,
In love for real!
Or how to handle
A lying cheat
Whose poisoness words
Are full of deceit.
Or what to do
When you're heart is full
And the one you love
Has your heart strings to pull.
Or when you're in their grasp
Running on their track,
With love in you're heart
But they will never love you back.
Because the thing about love
Is that it's followed by pain,
And when you're in love with the wrong person
It will drive you insane.
I don't care what you think
I never have
I never fit in
the more I try the more obvious it is I don't belong.
I'm a lone wolf in my own forest and I like it that way
I like being
there for me
and not having to worry about
stupid peoples insecurities
I like having
those 6 degrees
of separation between you and me.
I envy those who crave touch,
for I know not until I am
I envy those who can spread their wings
and become the social butterfly in the room
that's not me
not trying to keep up with these sheep
I'd rather starve in my abandoned forest
than dress in their stupid fleece
yes, you read right.
i don’t know if
is a poetic thing
but i don’t care.
i’ll say it
a thousand times
these three letters
that stand for
these three letters
a journey that will end
in a triumphant
My stomach drops
And my leg shakes
As I try to remain calm.
He is sitting not 6 inches away from me.
I want to do something.
Just to try and put out the fire of pain lit within me.
He hurt me.
I can feel the heat of his body,
And the aura spreading off of him.
His orange glow tinged with the goal of hurting me
The goal to tear me apart
And it's working.
I can feel my body unraveling
Ready to curl my hands into fists
And connect them to the softness of skin
And the crunch of a bone.
My knuckles crying out for hit,
Not caring if they split,
Ready to leave a bruise wherever I hit.
I used to believe- No,
I used to preach:
Everything happens for a reason
Or as I prefer to say
There is no coincidence.
Then you showed up.
Why you of all people?
Because if coincidence didn't exist
then there is meaning to my smile;
And the way I watch you dance in my peripheral
like a flower in the wind.
I think I like you,
I think I truly like you more than I have anyone in...
God knows how long.
Yet I'm leaving-
And so what the fuck does that mean?
It's All tables and no chairs
Pronounced like "Mack"
I love you.
The both of you?
I hate it.
One of you knows me for who I am.
The other knows me for who I've been all my life.
Both of you are so out of reach.
Both of you hold special places in my heart.
Both of you care for me in different ways.
Both of you have seen me at my worst.
Both of you deserve to be happy.
I just wish I didn't think the both of you deserve me.
Sidenote: I highly recommend listening to these songs/watching the musical, it is amazing.
Song title: Lyrics My thoughts/feelings
Anybody Have A Map?:
Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this?
I'm in this confusion so deep that I can't find a way out.
I'm flying blind, and I'm making this up as I go.
Ha. Me too.
Waving Through a Window:
Step out, step out of the sun if you keep getting burned.
I've been burning forever.
Waving through a window!
Put your soul into this song.
All we see is sky for forever.
An ecstasy I do not know.
All we see is light, 'cause the sun burns bright!
Shouting hallelujah from here.
Life will be alright for forever this way.
I hope so.
All that it takes is a little reinvention!
I need that.
All you gotta do, is just believe you can be who you wanna be.
Just believing right?
I will sing no requiem.
Neither will I.
I gave you the world, you threw it away. Leaving these broken pieces behind you.
Everything wasted, nothing to say.
Within these words I finally find you.
The words are not mine.
Now that I know that you are still here.
If I Could Tell Her:
But he kept it all inside his head, what he saw, he left unsaid.
Secrets work wonders do they not?
If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart... And I don't know how I would even start.
How do we begin to say the words?...
No one deserves to be forgotten. No one deserves to fade away.
No one should come and go, and have no one know he was ever even here.
I'll make sure of it.
You Will Be Found:
Well, let that lonely feeling... wash away.
I should let the weight drop from my shoulders.
To Break In A Glove:
And a little uphill climb.
Just more work.
For a kid who's lost control.
I'm just trying to make sense of it all.
Try to quiet the noises in your head. We can't compete with all that.
No we can't. But we try.
Good For You:
And you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away.
I hope that it's all that you want and more.
I'm not proud.
And you play who you need to play.
JUST LET ME OUT!
I am not okay.
I never thought that it would go this far.
I really didn't.
So I just stand here sorry. Searching for something to say.
I am still searching.
There's nothing I can say.
There really isn't.
That's a worthy explanation, I know. Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done.
I wish I could make it up to you.
So how do I step in...
Step into the sun?
I wish I knew how...
So Big/So Small:
And I knew I'd come up short a million different ways.
And I did.
And I do.
And I will.
And I will... I already have...
Today is going to be a good day, and here's why:
Because today, at least you're you and that's enough...
All I see is sky for forever...
I'm going home.
Yeah... I'm going home.
Usually, I'm pretty impatient about well... anything. Like this trip for example. I kind of wish we were already there. But at the same time, I'm not too eager to rush through today. Making this experience last as long as possible.
Getting as much out of it as I can. Living like to the fullest sort of thing. And yet, this plane ride is becoming sort of draining. But plane rides are usually like that. Not much to be done about that.
So for right now, I'll enjoy some time to lat back and try to relax. More air time above the ocean.
There's really nothing more to be done about the time left on this flight. And writing seem like the best time killer I've got. But it's not that I'm bored of writing. It's just that I'd rather be singing or playing my uke.
I could still be writing... But I'd be creating a song or poem or something new.
Something good. (So like I don't know, the bachelor?)
Something... (Yep. Definitely the bachelor.)
But I have to continue to wait out the flight. But again, I'm not really complaining.
I have the whole trip ahead of me.