Hurt and doubt revealed on my face
I recall bad memories in distaste
I remember hate in your expression
Your rage fueled my own aggression

This place coated with memories
Clocks are stopped and won't unfreeze
Hands endlessly stuck, seconds stand still
Beg them to move but do not think they will

Tell me how to bridge the gap
Separating you and I before we snap
Give everything I have to you
It is nothing compared to what you do

Problem is you still expect more
Feelings are different in my core
Trying to restore the glow obviously lost
How we once melted eachothers frost

I want more time to throw away
Do you still long for my presence each day?
As much as I would love to stay, I'm unsure
I selfishly want to but I'm frightened you'll get burned

Forceful ocean storm rages out of control
Behind eyes a tortured soul
It's sad to sit down and do the math
Discover we are fractions, less than 1/2s

Familiar smile I yearn to see
Share with someone better than me
Strange to think back when we met
Had no idea how close you'd get

Although we have encountered distress
The hard days were leading up to the best
Lately best is fading to bad
Scared bad will become the worst we've ever had

When I was young enough to remember
my dad told be not to be one
an "also ran"

It was only when I was older
I understood
...
She is a swimmer who has been to state
I also swam
...
She's gotten second place in piano state
I also played
...
She's the varsity goalie and incredibly athletic
I'm also a goalie
...
He's our debate team co-head and one of our best
I also debate
...
She's amazing at writing poetry
I also write
...
Her squash team got second in the state
I also play squash
...
She was the lead of the musical
I was also in the musical
...
I could keep going
But I think you get the point
...
So what,
if I've tried everything
do everything
know everything?

I have to find
that one thing I'll be the best at
...
...
...
I can't always be an also ran

All days are not shiny

Sometimes
We encounter
Time Vampire

Sometimes
Energy Vampire

On the worst day
The both

I’m alone, with smoke and bottles.
With an itch around my neck,
my feet kicks off the bench.

Surrounded by darkness,
a figure has come to jest.
“Did you do your best?”

Feeling hypoxic,
I try to shake my head “No.”
I look at him whilst my feet kick, longing for the ground.

Lighter by the second,
darkening complexion,
I silently scream, “No. No. No.”

With knowing eyes,
the angel sighed,
raised his scythe, ready to chastise.

Although red, my eyes see the light.
But wait, this doesn’t feel right.
Mr. Reaper had nothing to do with me tonight.

My back felt the cold of the floor.
I’m dying no more.
The ancient one cut my rope.

“Don’t.” he says to me.
“Promise me, try to live.”
But I see him nightly.