He said that somebody out there cares about you (I always care about you) Involve yourself in philanthropy for the betterment of humanity Sell your darkest moments in secret, tell them all to me
Learning to let go of all of your pain Overly attached to the feeling of never breaking apart Visit my family, get to know them by heart Erase your faults, draw in a fresh start
Marriage is always set on the table of decisions Always saying “I love you” before you end our calls Kiss me like tomorrow’s a myth Enjoy the moments that we spend together Savor the food that we eat, meals connect us stronger
Missing you on any type of rainy day Excuse my frivolous remarks
Happiness is what we make of it All right is how we should be People can judge us, but our love only matters Paying our respects to our elders Yearning to become better every day
I had a strange dream last night. I was brushing my teeth, which isn't weird. The weird part was that my faucet water turned black. When I rinsed my mouth, the constituency of the liquid turned somewhat sandy and brown-blackish. I yelled for help and one of my relatives said, "It's Sid." I don't know anyone named Sid, which is even stranger. I wrote this poem to alleviate the confusion that I had when I woke up.
I don't know what to think about you, When I see you I feel love and fear, When I was broken, you were there. When I needed someone, it was you. I am in love with you, It's scary to say. More and more each passing day, I love you. You make me forget my troubles and fears, Being with you is like every dream come true, But there's something you don't realize, I'm broken. I don't want to hurt you too. Please let me go before it's too late. Don't say you'll fight for me, Love shouldn't mean pain. Find a girl with sunshine in her eyes, Not poison in her veins.
The first time I broke up with him It wasn’t a break up We weren’t actually dating And it wouldn’t have been a break up if we were It was a drift apart And maybe we’d healed all of our hearts we could by then We needed time to explore the rest of them And we did It wasn’t a break up But it was the first time It was friendship and flirting and things in between I remember he used to ask me what we could ever fight about And I would laugh because kids laugh I would say “nothing” And we fought about nothing Everything was nothing and it was worth fighting about A disagreement, a mismatch of opinion Our first fight, he said, hurt like its own kind of **** It wasn’t face to face It wasn’t screaming It was quiet I don’t remember what it was about It doesn’t matter It was a different side of him Worth ignoring for his friendship The second time I broke up with him was a break A platonic waiting for the punchline kind of passive aggressive It wasn’t on purpose Anyone who makes your stomach do flips is worth it They’re worth it But it started to flip anxiously Like the season had ended for those happy little butterflies I started to get nauseous around him He joked that I’d **** him if he ever cheated on my best friend I agreed seriously It wasn’t a joke It was a threatening to rip his intestines out by shoving my hand down his throat It was breaking the skies in half It was a boy I once upon a timed apologizing to a broken heart with chocolate I lost trust Losing trust is finally breaking through the facade Losing trust is still laughing and never asking for someone’s advice Day by day it got harder To ignore the fact that my butterflies were dying I didn’t want friendship I didn’t want a bunch of skeletal wings and dead aerial beauties It got harder Daily He shouted And ignored And forgave me for things he’d done I wanted to be better for him I didn’t want to talk to him I wanted to break up with him the third time Severing a link we’d had too many times I broke up with trust and wanted to break up with love altogether It came out in a flurry A week where I couldn’t control the sarcastic thoughts “Are you saying that you think our friendship should end?” I don’t know what his notifications sound like on his phone But sometimes he laughs Says the reply made him cry himself to sleep And I imagine a ping at my response “i’m saying i think it would be better for me if it did” I’ve never been good at using capital letters But that scream ended some kind of sound I’d been holding in too long I may as well have turned caps lock on I loved a persistent boy And a charmer Who never wanted to give me up But it was a break up And there were no drunken hookups I laughed at his jokes I made polite conversation Sometimes I still hear his screaming in the back of my mind Across a cafeteria About every name I was for ruining his It was confusion It was ecstasy It was everything he’d said before fitting back into place It was tears But he doesn’t need to know that part I broke up with him because I wanted to wake my butterflies up And I could not do that with an abusive best friend New girls and boys tell me they love me And I suppose I’m just confused Because he never treated me the way a friend should If he ever reads this Hears me perform it in a passing coffee shop I want him to know I love him More than I’ll ever be comfortable admitting There’s a hurt to it A breaking note in every song That remembers There’s a love for him that remembers jokes and late nights talking and a dare devil And sometimes I want our break up to just be a break from the relationship But when I hear him scream I want him to know I cried because his butterflies had died too Not because I was scared But because I thought I would be the one to bring them back to life
wow this one is emotional tm how about i yankee doodle don’t
when the heart decides to speak it yells out and the truth lights the sky when your heart decides to speak it scares it can hurt just another heart can answer and the truth will be light or dark the time of truth changes all things
Idealism boards its boat and sails out to the ocean and its middle reach. Out as far as it will dare it takes its detached opportunity to yell its prayers back at the beach.
"Wouldn't it be better, if things were just [x] way?"
"The problem is that we're [here] when we should be [there]."
Both bare and shoed feet fist up the sand and shout shout, shout back -- They shout back,
"In the mid, your world is gold. Here on the land, everyone's stomping toes. On purpose. On accident. It happens. **** happens. As far as living goes, reality just is. So, sink with your conviction. We challenge form, train adaptability. Super humans laughing up from the tar. We've come so far. We've come so very far.