it's the middle of the night and am facing this white sheet in front of me with only one thing in my head - your name.
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falling
the flame to keep going on is hanging by a thread while i am walking on a wire with deep melancholy and a deeper exhaustion reflected in these dark hollowed eyes trying to reach for your hand from the other side.
hands tied
i left my heart at the door back when we were twelve and life was unsure you tied your shoelace while i tied my hands cause i know from the start we didn't have a chance.
of hallways and doors
i walked through the dark halls trying to look and stand tall so confident when I'm alone sliding in walls that feel like home as i approach through the door i held my head down the floor the doorway creaks as I enter everyone I see are all strangers some look at me with a smile others put their feet on the aisle brats gazed at me like cops do watching me from head to toe everyday for one minute i endure for that moment i want to lurk or crawl maybe as I arrive escape the noise of classroom beehive when all is said and done and the doors open to start the fun mates go out and step on my foot in hallways I cant get a loop when can this come to an end when can my fear start to mend let this anxiousness stop and go with the vibe and flop i walked through the halls again chest out and books in my hands but I noticed something is odd Gone are the darkness nor the bad the door squeaks as i open it the room feels warm and lit i entered with confidence and poise now i see not all of it are noise i looked at those who grinned at me and i felt so light and easy my thoughts were once my only friend i was desperate to let my fright mend now i see im not in a busy beehive but in a diverse garden full of life changing my lens was kind of tough the transition seemed pretty rough but the price was the picturesque view and reflections of my worth and value.
isolation
you should have been here and brought me that smile wiped my worries and tears and say, "sorry i was late a while". you should have been here and sent me those love letters effaced all of my fuss and fears and say, "you will be better" you should have been here and stopped me from waiting but i see now all of it is clear that you were never even coming i have been calling out your name and not even a ghost of you came for you i'd rather wait and then die than live without a hope you'd arrive.
what is this? part II
six years after and still living
i was sure i never had this feeling
is this a flower that had to bloom
or a shining star meant to be doomed
is this a pillow or a paper heart
is this the closure or just the start
is this just a leaf or is this a chapter
is this the end or the happy ever after
is this real or just a memory
is this vivid or is this blurry
my heart cannot tell what i have felt
nor recognize what my hand once held
but there was one thing i was sure i had
a fleeting young love that never felt bad.
someone inside me
there's someone inside me screaming, "let me out". i said, " no it can't be." no one should know what you're about. there's something inside me whispering, "get me out of here." i told it, "no you shouldnt be." no one should see you in clear there's someone inside me asking, "why can't i be out?" i answered, "no you can't be." "they will know what you're about.” there's something inside me saying, " i want to be out there." i said, "no you shouldn't be." "vulnerability fits in nowhere." there's someone inside me she finally said, "i'll stay here." "i can't let them know me." "I am strong just as how I appear."
fallen angel
i have fallen for a fallen angel that seemed like a daydream but was a nightmare i was broken by a fallen angel who made skies dark and dim and burned me in flares.
scented paper
on the fifth of October in a blue scented paper you laid your love in letters in my heart and in my drawers.
porsche 550
in my porsche 550 driving on the way to you and i strike the brakes too soon with bonnie and clyde too six feet under in my pucci cadillac casket gone was the trace of you but the letters in the basket.
