you looked happier in the past

I wonder if it'll last

life came quick, it sure was fast

changed the movie, changed the cast

I found my fears
and gave into them
I feared losing another
person I cared about
I didn't think I'd know
fear like that again,
I thought I mastered
it before
I didn't know how to
fight it like before
so it took everything
while making me feel
safe
I felt comfort while it
occurred, some part of
me wondered if I'd survive
something like that again
I felt safe and it was secure,
I had my own arms to hold
onto dearly
Maybe that means it was to happen, for sure
but a part of me wishes you still belonged here- to see if we could survive together this fearful storm and gloomy weather

I'm not worth much to you anymore.
a thrown out poem
a burnt letter
a scribbled note

is there an
are you sure ?,
a confirmation of your deletion,
atleast a reason for its completion ?

I miss it like snow in summer,
a longing for that season.
I'm lonely and tired and waiting
for it to feel like you are back
in my arms.

I'm too far gone
in my fallen
terrible poetry
to save you
any receipts

All the longing
that's been endured
to be back in
another's arms
just to now be so unsure
whether I'm ready for it

For it'd be nice but it'd
be wrong for me
to love you so deeply,
to pick you up, just
to let you down easily

I'm moving through life
so hastily, at pace
for my youth.
moving to each and
every block as new

When I'll stop no one knows.
but when I do,
when I arrive,
I'd hope to see you there
waiting on a park bench

I feel like I've lost some of myself.
In faded egos, one step back.
I lack.
Where I used to enjoy my skills in pride I'm now humbled by a better next.
I'm used to being human though, so I'm confident.
I fade again.
Who is this man you see ?
Does it matter to me ?
Who is this man before me ?
Through time my name is the only thing I keep,
the only thing that stays the same.
Yours fades, it goes away, but it stays, it stays just the same.

looking good at a funeral
but I'm still a mess
the wind has swept my hair
and what was left my
fingers have combed
a green death
what thoughts have I brought
to the altar of your demise
the bed of your rebirth

I don't care what they think of me,
I only care what you think.

Would you walk with me ?
The path before us,
allow us to hurt with eachother ?

What makes the world go around ?
Nothing but love.
Christmas is right around the corner.
and you and me,
the star on the tree-
make my little blue heaven
a reality