She's clueless.
Clueless and empty.
I know it,
She knows it,
We all know it.


*Why doesn't he?

Crowded basement,
Come as strangers,
Leaving as new found friends.

She looks at his picture.
"Someday," she whispers.

He looks out into the crowd.
"Someday," he whispers.

He's out there,
And he's amazing.

And she sat in her bedroom,
And thought about him,
And wrote this poem.

He's thousands of miles away,
Across the ocean.

The planets are light years away from each other.

We make up a tiny little piece of our galaxy,
Which floats amongst many in this vast universe.

And suddenly,
The distance isn't so far.

Call it what you want,
But I wouldn't consider us as 'friends.'

Some problems
are untouchable.

With good intentions,
You mess with it,
And it gets increasingly worse.

You try and try to save it,
but only end up in
a downwards spiral
of insanity.

Somethings are better left alone.

The hardest part of letting go
is knowing that all you can do is watch.
Watch all of your work,
Disappear.
Watch him walk away.