Once I got so lost that I almost flew.
But that was just the time I spent dancing with you.
Our dance was like a cha-cha but not so flowy or smooth.
It was like screaming at eachother, me telling him which one to choose, but with nicer words and cues.
Trouble was eventually due.
We were only (mentally) damaging eachother.
The only thing I was good for, was agreeing with you.
The only thing you were good for, was telling me things I already knew.
Yes you made me feel special, I can't deny that. I didn't do anything.
I couldn't even sit on your lap.
Oh and then you knew.
Who you were going to choose.
What was I good for?
Nothing but to pursue.
All of it untrue.

A hearts broken over here. Over there too. Why are people so broken. I am filled with life. But they never seem to heal. They prefer to stay broken. Stay picking at the scab that's barely there. Like they're proud that they're so empty. They've achieved maximum sadness and are hanging on by a thread. Like it's the greatest down there, and they don't want to be anywhere else.

So please dabble in people, helping them off the ground. Care about the others that seem so far away. The people who you have to stretch for to reach them. Because not only will you help them, but you will feel full too.

She aches for something greater than herself.
She is all just fake.
Like a beautifully iced birthday balloon cake.
A perfect facade.
You won't realize she's not what she looks like until you cut inside.

I have much more power than you know, many more faces that I've never shown. You will be confused, dazed but still try to find the answer beneath all my lies. No I never loved you, I died. I was only partially resurrected, the half of me you took, still dead. I've gone through so much I can't stop and breathe, I've got to get away from you, please leave. I drag myself away from everything you left me with, fear, regret, insurmountable pain. But I can't ever let go of the memories, and so I will crawl further and further into them ripping them to shreds, but my brain builds them up again just to relive a horrible nightmare.

I can fix myself I don't need your help.
You try to think of me as just so weak and girly, but I have scooped up my whole ****** heart and put it back together.
You weren't around for that, as amazing as it was, I've come out ****** and bruised. But I did it by my self with out the help of you.
No, I don't need to talk about it, I will always keep things inside, I don't like that weakness that it gives.
But I've got my self under control, but you my dear, need to learn to fix yourself.
One day I won't be there and you will have to do the same.
You will also see you don't need anybody else but me, for your poor broken, mistreated heart.

No would've ever guessed by looking straight at me would've opened up your eyes to things you've never seen.
                I am not who you think I am, no I am more than that. For you have seen the parts of me that no one has yet. I am stronger and weaker than you ever could've imagined, yet that is why you never even glimpsed my passions.

We all wait in line
For what?
We don't know
But all of us are gathered here waiting for something to finally show.
It's snowing, then raining, sun showing brightly above. But it's like we're helpless we can't stand out we can't help ourselves! We want so badly to fit in that we push our life changing ideas aside. Would we rather fit in than change the world? Well I am not, and it started the day I was born. We all have something to give the world, but you have to let them take it.