he was my person, he was everything.
he was the flowers that grew in the spring time
but when he left, all i got stuck with were
these roots sticking out the cracks in the cement.

i thought
nothing hurt as much
as hating yourself
and then i fell in love
with someone who didn't
love me back
and it was the most painful thing of
all.
maybe because he started
seeing me the way i
see myself.

people are not the rain
or snow or autumn leaves
they do not look pretty when they
fall down.
people are not the sunrise
in the morning nor the sunset
they do not look pretty when
the day is starting or the
day is ending.
people are not meant
to be romanticized because
everyone is different,
and people simply don't
share the same story.

i found my sweet escape
when i'm with you.

i found my sweet escape
when i dream about
how much the sun loves
the moon.

but unfortunately,
my sweet escape didn't think
the same.

my sweet escape didn't think
of me nor did it dream
about our love.

my sweet escape doesn't exist.

Never call someone your home
never compare someone to a home.

because once the person
you used to call home abandons'
you, you'll be homeless
and be left feeling homesick.

Never call someone your home.

it feels like my body was meant
to be with yours.
our hands fitting like perfect
puzzle pieces. our breathing,
in a perfect rhythm, along with our heartbeat.

my body was meant to be with
yours because with out you here i
feel like i run out of oxygen
and i will soon die.

my body was build to be with yours.

most nights i think about you.
most nights i think about my future.

but very few nights,
i think about me not being able
to live without you,
and how far will i make it.