I’m surrounded by white noise.
All I can comprehend
Starts with knifes for girls
And ends in flowers for boys.
Elders overtly condescend
The slightest error,
I single number ends
The brightest of lives
Snuffed our in terror.

With a Rose quartz around your neck
You’d figure Shakespeare had named you.

Depression is a heavy obstacle,
One that I can not save.
Could I provide a monocle,
Examine the stone.
It fades when exposed
To too much light.
You’re meant to be brave,
You’re never quite alone.
You’re time is not apropos.

I find you significant.

Stubborn and cross,
Gross, and seldom lost.
Thank you for holding my hand,
On New Years.
I guess it meant a lot to me.

You’re writings have been an inspiration,
Much so that I feel like I won’t have a dream of my own.
I would follow yours to the end of the earth though,
Because much like you I
I am awfully beautiful,
Stubborn, and cross
Gross, and mostly lost.

Sensitive words
Chilling into snow.
You only come forward
Thanks to the cold.
Bereft of frozen breath
When wanting to say hello.
Acceptance of death
As a mean to an end.
You frost into me,
As a quick sense of pain,
But then you leave,
An imaginative of the brain.

I’ve seen you as celestial,
This we’ve all already known,
I've held on for so long,
It'd be a disaster to see you go.

But you were never here.

I know that I've been wrong
I hope you don't hate me
I was trying to help you all along
I hope you don't hate me
I pushed myself away
I hope you don't hate
You pushed me and told me to stay.
I hope you don't hate me
I have to move on
I hope you don't hate me
Because I loved you.

"I don't know."
"Are you okay? Should I go?"
"No."
"Okay."
"For you, I'll stay,
And if you go.
I will be here everyday"

Of all the things I forget
Tell me everything thats bothered you
And we'll scorch it.
I want to make you feel better,
That's whats important.

We don't know
How to handle each other,
I feel trapped in this
"I don't like you"
Way of view.
I'm climbing a rope
In gym class
It's a timed race
I will end up last.
"I can't climb anymore"
This rope became an obstacle course
Of how can I hold on the longest?
Do I have to prove I'm the strongest?
It's a battle of
"Great minds think alike,
And if I'm right
You're wrong"
And I have to be wrong.
Right?

I've learned things,
Awkwardness is just honesty,
and I was just as affected be the pills,
As Monic lewinsky worked for Bill.

I have my shortcomings,
We as people do,
But if I lie to myself and you still,
Every time I see you the wounds won't heal.

So I'm taking responsibility,
I used you, I hurt you,
But if we learn to forgive each other,
Maybe.. Maybe we won't feel so,
Empty.

I'm sorry
Has become more of a social habit
Than an actual gesture.
It's a half assed apology.
I pushed so much of myself away
That I felt immense sadness,
When I look at you today.
I don't want it to be this way.
"You're okay"
It's not.
I think a lot.
It's my only way out of this nightmare
Of thinking I'm not good enough.
When in honesty it doesn't matter.
It's just a thought.
I like to think that I love you
But if I ever said the words out loud
You wouldn't believe me.
We used to talk about anything
Now I only say
I'm sorry.

The one that you barely notice
It when you wake up in the morning
Probably snoring,
Finding you alarm clock has been,
Moved.
Two inches to the left.
The difference that doesn't fit right.
But if you turn on the light
My energy is still there.
The kind of midnight text
It wakes you up
When you are fast asleep
because, at midnight,
all the hurt weep.
You may be eyes open wide
Like an energy bomb of emotions
Exploded into your aura
Causing you to hate yourself
But my dictionary begins with adoration
And stops at the word you.
As if I didn't know enough
I have read through it cover to cover
Through and through
Enough to find
that you can still talk to me.

By the standards of Batman Villians
I am insane.

I've been waiting for the day,
Where I would lose myself,
Let the words fall where they'd lay.
I'll be okay.

It's an inane request,
I'm tore by you
I can't get this feeling
Away from my chest.

Cause she'll always be my lovely,
And I'll always be a **** up.
In the end that's the only thing,
That really matters.
But does it have to be that way,
Everything I do is poetic
And I'm tired of explaining every metaphor to you.
So just judge me,
For doing you wrong,
And while you sitting in you hatred
I'll show others to get along.
Cause I place my bets on the small talk,
All my money is on the rejects,
Don't tell me I'm less than you
No I can still be something greater

But terrified to open up
That's why you scream so loud
"THERE'S POSION IN MY CUP"
Who put it there?
I did
You killed yourself the second
You thought your idea
Was stupid.

I just want to talk about it
If you give your opinion
You'll make an incision
That means cut at me
Like a knife
You how many other kids
Have a ******* up life?
Yes I know, but I'm worried about me
Circling around friends and catastrophe
I never really asked for a person
Like you,
I never really asked,
What am I going to do?

They were made,
Once love,
Now fade,
Again they face
The pen,
Now afraid.

How Pokémon
Hurt themselves
Out of confusion.
You know,
Until I was
Confused.