You can't even say you love me,
Why is it I keep wishing you'd show me

Today you told me
"Go home"
I told you I was...
You said to me,
"No you're on the street"
You didn't realize my home isn't the house I live in.
Home is with you.

When I saw your smile,
It sparked a light off inside me,
And with the light, flowers sprouted,
And a garden grew...
But now your gone,
And the light dimmed to a flicker,
But the flicker caught a tree,
And set a fire.
The flowers are gone,
and land is surrounded by ash and soot.
And a few ******* words was all it took.

I sit in the middle of street,
Remembering how it used to be,
Months ago you looked at me with such a love, such a passion.
Now I question if you even look at me at all,
I listened to a voicemail you left,
It was brief, but in it you said you loved me,
Oh I remember how it used to be,
I remember quite vividly.
As if it was yesterday,
Of how you spoke to me
I stand in the middle street,
And see a shooting star,
I wish for another chance with you,
Then I think of what you would wish,
But I quit,
Because I know you wouldn't wish for that same thing too.
I begin to walk back in, and take another hit.

He's a ghost and she looks right through him,
Somedays he wonders if she sees him at all.

He is the sun, and she is the moon.
Somedays he ponders if she ever wishes to meet up with him too.

though is it said,
A human and ghost cannot be together
Nor can the sun and moon meet.

My fingers are raw.
I spend hours with my guitar playing in attempt to clear my mind...
But oh god, she was in every ******* song lyric.
In every song I've learned how to play

Don't worry about how I'm stubborn,
Forget that I'll argue back,
Tell me my worth,
Tell me everything I can't see.
Tell me..
Tell me..
Please...
Because I'm beginning to think it's just not there any longer.

"I won't break up with him, if we're were i break up, it would because he broke up with me"
Every since that was said... I've had a lump in my throat... Because you said such a similar thing to me...

Maybe later  we will meet again under differerent circumstance,
And maybe then I'll have a chance

I would have taken a thousand beatings,
A bullet,
Death threats,
Redo schooling all again,
Give up acting ability,
Traveled the world...
I would have done anything that you named..
Just to be with you again.

Looking through photographs of me throughout the past,
How I grew,
How I changed into the man I wished to be,
But at a sudden spike,
You look into my eyes,
And they look as hollow as can be.
Ever since that day,
My eyes lack blue and give off grey.
The red, the blue, and all other hues,
Have faded.
The world is black and white.
And the hardest times are at night.
Those are the nights im urged to drink,
So I don't think.
Thoughts of anything but you,
But you're all the my mine think about,
And every hope, is shaded by doubt.
Addiction is not just for substance,
It is also for emotion,
And intoxication,
While intoxicated by the *****,
Nothing is more intoxicating than you.
I glance around the fuzzy room,
And put on a cover,
A costume,
A plastic smile...
A true smile,
Well, that's been dead for awhile.

My friends were right when they said you were toxic,
It's true, you're worse than the nicotine,
You swear they'll **** me,
You never noticed you were just as bad,
And too you I'm just another lad.

A lad sits on top of his bed,
Looking at the empty picture frame.
There once of a photo of the lass he loves, but when they parted, so did the photo from the frame.
Just as the photo is vacant. So is the place in her heart, vacant...
Yet ready to be filled by the place of a lucky lad.
Though the same photo will probably be placed back into the frame,
Chances are, the vacancy in her heart, will be filled by the luckiest lad in the world.

Everything.
No matter what "flaws" she can pick out.
It won't change how I feel.
Those details make her who she is.
Into the lass that I have the joy of having in my life.

Love is not planned,
Not expected.
Love is often unexpected,
Love is never logical,
Love is letting go of logic and following your gut,
Love has mistakes,
Love is worth it,
Love is losses,
Love is unconditional

Often people say luck is passing a test you never studied for, luck is losing something and finding it right before you need it, luck is finding a penny head up, or luck is getting something you never thought you would.

But the biggest stroke of luck a person can ever have, is to love and individual, and that have that love returned.

I remember viewing the sunrise after a late night with you, smiling as I wrapped my arms around you.

I now view the sunrise, with heavy eyes from a sleepless night. I claw at my temples, and hold back a scream, I know if I go to sleep, I'll only have another haunting dream.

I claim to be a poet,
Yet I constantly stumble over, and stop and rethink my sentences.
At the end of my notes I have gotten into the habit of ending it with "I'm sorry, I've never been good with words".
Maybe I'm not a poet,
What poet isn't good with words?

He sits at the table glares toward blank paper,
Sighs and glances to the empty trash bin.
No ideas, not in ages.
At least last time he had ideas to throw out.
Though back then, he had something to write about.
And back then, he still had a muse.

I don't care who the **** is out there!
No one else is like her..
Her smile is brighter than the Galaxy,
And a fire inside rages when she looks at me,
And I've tried to get over her,
But no lass has come to close the getting the emptions that brew,
But maybe that's why the say she's blue...
Because blue means sadness, and a sadness drowns me,
when I realize she doesn't want me.
What's a lad to do...

What is your goal, your dream?
Is it to be with him or her?
Is it to have a certain job?
Is it to own a certain item?
Is it to pertain a certain position?

Well you know what, advice I have for you?
Don't just sit at home and talk about yours goals, and your dreams.
Chase them!
Don't sit in some fantasy world where everything is perfect,
Walk out into the concrete jungle and mold the life you wish the obtain.
Don't let other discourage.
Don't let others cause you the feeling of aching to give up!
There are billions of people on this earth,
and you are going to let a couple alter your mind set?

Go out into that concrete jungle,
Don't just dream your life, live it.
Because before you know it,
You will regret not taking that chance...

Your name is hot when I scribble it amongst the paper, like my passion burning for you.

Your name is heavy when I speak it, like how heavy my eyelids get after I stayed at your house, and left that next morning with a lack of sleep... So I could be with you.

Your name is one of many, but I can easily pick it out.
But unlike how I can pick you out from a crowd, Or how I could once decifer your feelings for me, I can't anymore.

I have only memories to remember,
Things have really changed since last December.