I think im nostalgic for life
Through music
And books
Because i havent lived
A day of my life

No one really lives
In this town

And i think im poetic
Because im homeless
But i live in a house
But im not
Im not poetic
Im just a brat

His hands are numb from
strangling the demons inside

You asked or my legs, and I gave them to you, even though I had miles left to run.

You asked for my eyes, and I gave them to you, even though there were places I had not yet seen.

You asked for my mind, and I gave it to you, even though I had thoughts waiting to leave my lips.

You asked for my love, but I never gave it to you, because I had none left to give. But I gave you my entire body before I let you realize that there was nothing I could give you that you didn't already have.

And felt as beautiful as you think she is.

I wish I walked into a room and grabbed attention as much as she grabs yours.

I wish I spoke and captivated someone the way she captivates you when she says your name.

I wish I awoke in the morning and heard my true love's heartbeat next to mine as she does every day.

I wish I knew a love as strong as your love for her.

I do not wish for your love, though, because I know that is one thing that is far out of my reach. I only wish for someone to love me the way that you love her, so that maybe someday I will love him as much as I still love you.

I think the reason
I love children so much
is because they're oblivious
in the most beautiful way.

They haven't yet learned that
People can be demons, too.
That the monsters they fear are under their bed,
Are actually across the hall,
Driving their school bus,
And signing their diplomas.

They still see the world as a beautiful place where anything is possible and happiness is automatic.

They still have life in their eyes and hope in their hearts.

I think this is why I love children so much.

We share the same name, but that is all we share.

We have never shared the same breath or touch or laugh.

We do not share the same friends or life or even the same town.

But we share the same name, and the game that is your passion is the game that is my escape.

Maybe one day you will learn of me and realize, too, that we share the same name.

But we will never share the same love, because while your heart is out of reach to only me, mine can never be touched, even by the sweetest love.

Do not adore her because she will never believe you when you look into her eyes and say that she is beautiful.

Do not crave her because she will never trust you when you say that you feel forever in her touch.

Do not cherish her because the time you get to spend with her will never be enough.

But most of all, do not love her because she will never love you half as much as she hates herself.