I'm not sorry for falling in love with you,
I never will be.

I'm sorry for ruining what we had,
Because I fell in love with what we could have.

I still haven't quite come to terms with the fact that its over.
You said you weren't ready, I said
"Its okay"
You said you don't mean to hurt me, I said
"Its okay"
You said you won't talk to other girls, I said
"Its okay".

Its okay. I just want you to be happy. It doesn't matter that I'm not okay because why would I take your happiness away to make you not okay?

You still talk to me.
Its okay, I'll just have trouble getting over you.

What isn't okay, though, is the fact that you led me on.
You called me pretty.
You sent me paragraphs about my impact on you and others.
You said you would go out with me.

But I guess its okay, because it always has to be okay.

I wish I could go back.
I wish I could go back and ask you why.
I wish I could go back and have one more conversation,
About why you just stopped.
Stopped.
Was I being myself too much?
Was I not pretty enough? Not popular?
Too loud?
Loud.
I used to be loud.
I used to enjoy talking to you.
You made me feel like I could open up.
Open.
I can't do that anymore.
I can't completely let my guard down,
In case they're like you.
You like hearing "like you," don't you?
Like being liked? I can tell.
I did too.
You took away my trust, but still;
I wish I could go back to you.

We lie together
Longing for another night
Wishing for more time

it was dark and tender
my dad next to me
I was five
so free
at the driveway
we be

at some point
of the night
we looked upon the sky

I don't know why

we looked at the north
I saw a star so bright
with the colour of light

I looked him in the eyes
and said
“that's…grandpa”
flying so high

he said “no”

that's the northern star
it will always be
the brightest of them all
it's there when you seek
a guide to peek

when you've traveled so far
where no one can fish
when you wonder
‘Is this… ?’
or
‘What if…?’’
remember the star
that's it

Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.