my biggest fear
is over your little head
Your biggest fear
is the monster under your bed
maybe five or six times that morning
I changed my hair
but you wore your superhero suit to pick me up
'cause you're too happy to care
you're too little to know real hurting
I hope you never grow up to learn what it's like
I hope you always smile with your eyes open wide
and the worst pain you ever know's falling off your bike
your mom's arms are always there
for you when you fall so hold her tight
don't waste your happy days
crying over broken toys or being scared of the night
you're too young to have cracks like me
from when someone broke your heart
the worst kind of cracks are the ones you made yourself
where you accidentally tore someone you were supposed to love apart

Just look at what we left shattered in the shadowy night
Just look at the wreckage
we left from the fight
I always like to play with fire you know
You're nothing like the flames I'm used to though
isn't it cold there all alone
where no one's around to hurt you
with no one but your pride there
to help you through
and the favorite of your fears
is my treason
mine's the way
you change your mind like the seasons

You asked me if there's anything else  you should know about me
I told you no
you didn't see me hesitate
before I said that though

I suppose that's the trouble with typed out words
I suppose that's why I didn't see
before it was too late to learn that you hesitated
                when it
                        came
                            to me

I'm crazy
I'm crazy
I'm random and odd
We're crazy
We're crazy
We're strange and we're flawed
We use funny phrases
no one has ever used
Like adhesive sloths, weaponized turtles,
after all, what have we to lose?
We laugh 'till it hurts at jokes only we get
all and every day
We're crazy, we're crazy
Crazy in the best way

To give you an idea of our insanity:

Our dream is to be get the punishment one day for our crazy stunts of having to write out I must not __ (every rule you broke) on a black board and for that black board to read:


I must not conduct my own fire drills
I must not hold go cart races in the library
I must not place mass orders for nuclear weapons to be delivered to the school office
I must not encourage other children to eat tar
I must not operate heavy machinery in the school parking lot
I must not create underground tunnels
I must not establish a casino in the girl's washroom
I must not steal the classrooms' ceilings
I must not experimentally surgically operate on the class pet
I must not bring unattached body parts for show and tell
I must not attempt to execute by guillotine any other students
I must not catapult other students' belongings off of the roof
I must not catapult other students off of the room
I must not volunteer to host the circus performances in our school cafeteria
I must not set fire to the principal's car
I must not set fire to the principal
I must not convert the gymnasium into an aquarium
I must not lock zoo animals in my locker
I must not start flash mobs during the homily at Mass in Church
Soap must be used appropriately

There comes a time for realizations.
Realize you aren't perfect so you shouldn't try to
conform to society's shiny little frame of perfection because
it's artificial but defy definitions of
traditional beauty and perfection and create your own meaning
of flawlessness.
Realize beauty from the ashes is the
purest kind of all because
all the ugly has been burnt away.
Realize that the monsters you used to be
afraid of under your bed
are not what you should have been
fearing but the ones inside of your head,
whispering to you alongside
your inner demons and there are things
in life far scarier than the dark.
Realize there are certain types of cold
that are not wintery or measured in temperature,
the kind you don't feel but you become
and that the worst screams are silent
and not produced by lungs
but glassy eyes instead and silence
can be loud and sometimes
just because you are standing in a crowd
doesn't mean you can't be horribly lonely.
these realizations are the definition of pain
but if you trace your scars far enough back
you will find that it was all worth it
considering what you learned in the end.

It's all just
caught up with me
and now I
don't know what to be
watching raindrops on the glass
like the tears I hide
the ones I can't cry
in the name of pride
I forgot how black the night could be
standing under the moon the color of dawn
ghostly glow and just like me
consumed by darkness half is gone
I know the phases change
thing's will be whole again though I
have seen icy winters but
nothing's cold as goodbye
Well I
guess I misread
our story
a fiction in my head
Twilight crept in
like mist on the lake
you always seem to
give less than you take
and I watched the starlight fade
right before my shattered eyes
seems a flame can only burn
so long before the candle dies
and I know
that I'll be okay
but I wish
I could've found a way
to make you stay

You need to be brave enough
To hold my hand
Even though haven't been declawed
You need to be strong enough
To lift me
Even though I carry heavy burdens
You need to be kind enough
To hold me
Even though I'm made out of shards of broken glass
You need to be tough enough
To be near me forever
Even though I am burning fire
Because love is impossible
But if you will be
All these impossibilities
I'll be all your impossibilities

Please repost if you want ti be someone's impossible
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my poetry

If Love could fall in love
Maybe She would leave us mortals be
Maybe She’d quit cursing us
If She could feel the agony
Of seeing the one you love in your mind every moment
And knowing they can’t see you
Not in the way that you view them
But you can’t let them go no matter what you do
Or if she could feel the anguish
Of loving another soul so much it hurts
And that love is why it hurts so bad being unable to forgive them
After they shove you in the filth and dirt
When someone who has passed this life
Is the only one your heart can think of
That crumbling feeling might halt Her cruel games
If Love could fall in love

If Love has hurt you before to, please repost.

If you fall in love with fairy tales
nothing can compare

it'll haunt you like a memory

that was never really there


and if you're thinking that you got it

It will just crash to the floor

and you'll watch the cracks appear 'cause you can't

take it anymore

watch it crumble down to pieces like a

slowly dying flame

as the triumphs turn to teardrops cause

it just isn't the same


when you find that the glass slipper fits

you mistake It for a sign

then you find out that the glass can break

while you're promising you're fine

the rose is losing petals and

your Prince won't come its seems

you've been sleeping in your tower but

living off false dreams

this is not the way it ended

in your fantasy

where's your knight on shining armour?

now your waking up to reality

I used to think love could be measured in length.
Arms stretching as far apart as possible.
The way a child says I love you thiiiis much!
I thought it could be measured in time
Forever. Eternally. Everlasting.
I thought it could be measured in depth.
Love far deeper than words. Beyond death.
I was wrong though.
REAL love cannot be measured.
Love is made out of many things.
Mainly loyalty, trust, admiration, and caring.
If one of those things goes off balance
it can be measured
And what can be measured can fade
And therefore it is no longer love
If something such as admiration
were to tip the balanced scale
It would ceases to be love that you feel
But REAL love is impossibly endless.
Infinite
in a way none of us could ever fully understand
Beautiful
Haunting
Precious
Love.