There it was again.
What is it about you that I can't resist?

There it was again.
You nudge me and smile, like the first time we kissed.

There it was again.
Friendship like no other, haunting me forever.

There it was again.
Tears in my eyes for everyone to see.

There it was again.
A seed of thought growing in its own fantasy.

There it was again.

There it was again.

Holding flowers in his hands and regrets in his mind,
He made his way up the street.
'Im sorry I was wrong' he whispered
Rehearsing his lines , like a boy in a play.

Knocking on the door, his heartbeat audible.

She opened the door with mascara streaks from her eyes.
'Im sorry, I was wrong. Can I come home?'

He waited and could see her biting her lip.
'Of course' was all she said.
And they embraced.
And fell in love all over again.

I stood on the balcony

In the dead of night.

Cold air on my skin

And the glow from a street light

I took a deep breath and

Thought things through.

Why should I stay here being tortured,

By you.

One jump, and it would be done.

No one can save me.

I just have to run.

Run from my friends and

my family too.

Run from my mind

and run from you.

Calm my breathing

And stop the tears.

Relax my muscles

Forget my fears.

Call me optimistic, tear me down for being naive.
Tell me I’m wrong, “living in a wonderland”

Or call me pessimistic. Write it off as hormones.
Laugh and say “I’ll understand when I’m older”
But I understand right now, in a way you never will.

I call myself a realist. I see things as they are.
I strive for perfection, knowing full well
I will always fall short.

Is it optimism to believe that
people should be good?
Better then what I’ve witnessed too often.

Is it pessimism to speak your
mind?
Express your opinion to your very soul.

There are different definitions of ‘living’ to different people.
And I will create my own, I won’t live by your rules.