i always loved the moon
she holds no prejudice
she keeps my dreams, my lies, my regrets
she doesn't dare tell the sun
the daylight bleaches my soul
i fear i will become nothing
i am nothing
but i forget about the daylight for a few hours
for now it is just the moon and i
the moon always loved me
and i always loved the moon

this city wraps me in cellophane,
i can never breathe right.
its harsh winds and harsh words beat me.
i wake up to the sounds of grinding metal.
i can't escape, as our unrequited love will never end.
the city that hates me for loving it.
the city i hate to love.
this city will always be black and white,
not to be softened by the innocence of color.
it must remain strong.
i must remain strong.
i must clock in and clock out.
enslaved in a life i never wanted to live.
in a city i never imagined i'd love.
trapped in a cellophane life,
in a cellophane city.

poetry should flow freely from the ravine of your soul.

not to be kept by the guardian of your conscience.

true thoughts and innocence are muddled by a large vocabulary and overworked mind.

sit back and relax. allow your inner child to pick up the pen and write what you've felt all along.

without you, oxygen is poison

i crave your love more than anything in this world

every time I blew out the candles, I wished for you

i want you to wander the unkempt garden of my soul

i want to kiss every inch of your tattered soul

i want you so bad.
for you are the moon and stars.
you are perfection.

you cry in the shower,
because you dont want them to hear.
the people who are supposed to love you most,
are the ones who aren't even near.
you've been fighting a war on the battlefield of your mind,
a war that no one else seems to find.

you were a beautiful symphony played by a million heartbreaks

never in your life will you have so much ahead of you
and yet you have nothing at all.
the first party, you drank too much.
at least your best friend held your hair when you vomitted.
the first kiss, was in the back seat of his car.
he ignored you the next week at school.
the first trip to the beach was in july.
the boys stared at you in your swimsuit for the first time.
the first date was at the movies.
he touched your knee and kissed your neck.
the first time life when really hit you,
was when you realized growing up isn't a good thing.

i never knew i could feel so sick and so happy.
you tore me apart
in the most beautiful way.
the hole where my heart was still bleeds.
i wish you had taken my stomach
for, without butterflies in it, it is useless.
my brain has no purpose
now that you are not around to occupy it.
and worst of all you left me with lungs that i wish would collapse
because without you oxygen is poison.

i just want you to know,
the first time your hand touched my knee
my entire body came alive.
i saw a million fireflies.
looking at you makes me taste
sweet tea
and summertime.
your laugh is lemonade.
your tan skin makes me want
to die a thousand deaths.
and i would gladly.
to be jump-started by a million fireflies,
it would all be worth it.