you've written yourself into my story,
many pages and chapters you have starred in.

i have done the same.
at least i hope i am a supporting character.
but you're a close book,
and it's hard to see how i fit into your story.

our story.

the chapter we're on right now,
where am i?

tell me our story.

i held the pen you've given me years ago,
but i lost it yesterday.

but i was given a new one,
by a teacher who knew how i felt.

it's not black,
but green ink.

i want to know what character i play in your story.
the childhood friend?
the lover?
that girl at school?

because what you are in my story isn't just a character that passes by.

so i hold a new pen,
and instead of a monochrome story,
i hope i bring color to your life.
like how you bring red to mine.

Attached like muscle tissue,
Exchanging our ****** dew.
Danger, high blood pressure,
Epicurus pleasure.
Our flesh and bones leave red residue.

I wrote these songs for you,
The ones you won't hear..
The ones that torture me endlessly
When I pick up my guitar
And try to sing..
You made my most peaceful pastime
A pain, sweetheart..
For your voice
Still echoes in the distance
Of my fading chords
My heartbreak trembling within

music is honestly
such a beautiful thing.
i just wrote
about not being able
to feel anymore
and this song
came on
that was so
beautiful
and made me feel
so much at once
that the emotions
poured out
of my eyes.
i haven't felt
in so long
and god
is real
and i'm speechless.

I knew that you were drowning
and I did everything I could do to help
I told you to look for the bird in the sky
to let you know that there's land nearby
I can't be there anymore
but I pray
that you can find that hope in yourself
because I know that you are in fact a strong swimmer
and with the right motivation
You can
and you WILL
get to land

He said “one is lonely” I said
One isn’t lonely,
One is confident,
One is independent and doesn’t need help from another to make it happy,

One is the beginning,
One is the start to something that can go on forever,
One is me,
One is you,
One can do anything it sets its mind to,

One doesn’t need a second opinion because it’s opinion is the best one,
One says i love you and doesn’t need to hear it back,
Because one isn’t lonely

O that brilliant mind
So treasured there, but not to find
Alight me to your inspiration
Tell me, in the wisps of happenstance
As pseudopods, formed from mine
Reach out into timely air
For new ideas, as I'm trying to capture
Good culture.

Like a living door to entirely new worlds
Inside a shell sunken to the deep
Never to be found again,
O that brilliant mind.

Like the unassuming thoughts of a passerby
Unseen potentials in those eyes
Like when you pretend you're boring,
You could never be boring to me.

Don't hide away your golden tale,
Expand your story, drape your veil
And know your song is never done
But lives on,
It's the only one.