I am searching through the ghastly depths below the seas,
Where the sunlight still shines through the waters.
I find an interesting village...A haven for creatures in this
Dead, lifeless ocean floor.
I did not know so much life teemed through this rock.
Intricate sea creatures swim through the teeming corals
like red liquid flows through narrow blood vessels.
Each with a purpose, each with a task.
One species benefits the other, and vice versa.
The sea cannot live without one, and one cannot live without the other.

This makes me question the point of me being the world.
Am I something of importance,
Or a seemingly dangerous virus?
Really, I cannot tell who I shall be,
Until I live out the rest of my life, and find out,
Who I really am, and the person that will grieve for me the most when I'm gone.

You can't love me
The way I want you to
The way that I do.
You can't look at me
The same way that I do
The way I steal some
Glances
From across the room
That sometimes you do too.
You can't hold me
The way I want you to
Because I want you to
Hold my hand
And my heart
With you to
Where I'll say 'I do'
And you'll say
'I do too'.
You can't love me
The way that I do
And you won't love me
The way that I do
Because you don't
Share my view
Or see things
The way I do
But now
I'm not
The only one
Looking at you
The way I do
And loving you
The way I do
And I know he can do
So much better
Than what I do
So stop pretending
Not to know what to do
Because you know
And I know too
That you should
Chase that feeling
Grasp it
Hold it
And cherish it
Before it bids
Adieu
Chase it for me
My friend
Before he, like me
Gives up too.

You can't love me
The way I want you to
The way that I do.
But love him
The way he wants you to
And want him
The way he wants you to
For I know deep down
That you want him too.

These past few nights,
eyes sore, muscles aching,
I value something.
Something I've never valued before.

Time is precious,
that's what they say.
But why doesn't time
find favor in me?

So much to do,
so little time to do them.
Can my troubles just
fade away from existence?

Time is precious
that's what they say.
But why can't time
do them so quickly?

These past few nights,
mouth dry, hands hurting,
I value something.
Something I've never valued before.

This mixed feeling leaves me breathless
Yet
I cannot comprehend nor wrap my thoughts around
The fact that people find me of worth.

Worth of energy
Worth of time

Worth of *friendship