its been 5 months or so.
and were trying it again,
in the place we last let it out.

but we're such different people now,
new freckles,
new faces,
and i only just started getting used to not knowing your pace's.

we gave each other time to grow,
and i still haven't felt the way i did when i was with you.
or how you made me feel,
cold concrete grit.

ive forgotten what you're like,
i dont know if i want to remember.

Brian, you're not dying, yet.
Sometimes, you think you are
Everybody's rock, soon to be forgot
Smile anyway, for they can't see scars
When too much time is spent looking at stars

Brian, why are you lying?
You won't get pretty far that way.
Brian, I can see you're trying.
I can see you're hiding.
But what are you hiding from, what are you trying to do?
But you won't tell me. Had to be the quiet child.

Don't listen to them Brian, you haven't committed a sin
don't be let them pin you down.
I know you have your doubts,
But Brian you can take the quick way out.
I'll hold the door
Maybe you just need to get some sun
Always so cold when you have to hide.

Brian, I know your hurting
Averting any confrontations
but Brian, you could run with lions
Don't give up on your Zion.

We may not be friends
But Brian, I hope the best for you.
I'll hold the door open
So you don't have too.

I could be sorry that
because of me
you can't enjoy the sun,
but I am sorry that
you never knew me
when I was fun.

silence,
there was something absolutely chilling about that silence.

your name echoed in the back of my mind, even though it was the first time.

once, upon a time.
the name could've been mine.

now sticking to poetry,
like good riddance.

you took the flavour from me,
and walked the distance.

i never had the courage to walk,
i wish id listened.

you stole the music from me,
i haven't written since you left.

i couldn't hear them scream,
i was indefinitely deaf.

you ******* ripped it from me,
maybe i could've being the one.

if you were alive to see,
me become a son.

Squinting eyes in the pale sunlight
Does not give me the freedom to know that I'm warm

Loud noises and bitter drinks
Make me numb but not happy

Because knowing that hole is still there,
That void that I cannot bare,
Is waiting to be full of something I'm afraid others cannot digest.

I am a natural being,
I have a heart, and a brain
I am full of essence and breath,
I have a mind that emits itself for others to inhale.

But why does my existence bother you?
Do I not fit into your assigned categories?
Do I not clear all the ticks in your brainless mental box?

I appear too fragmented for your approval,
A broken disc glowing in its spectrum,
But the more I glow,
The more I am alive.

So I'm not sorry if your fragile, small head aches when I'm near,
I suggest you ask why it's so delicate,
Before you blame your afflictions on me.