i stopped looking so closely in the mirror
the day you told me i was perfect,
at least to you.

a feeling of closeness to someone i've never met
a song to share, calmness to collect
finally feeling that i hold a place
of the world we live so mindlessly in

i won't forget you.

i stopped wanting the same things as the other kids
the latest fashion, a new phone,
and started wanting you next to me for as long as it took
to feel satisfied

days on end, it's hard not to think of you
daydream endlessly, fantasize breathlessly
when you give me feelings that i never can stop thinking about

and then the pain washes over
realisation strikes like a lightning bolt
i won't be falling asleep in your arms tonight
or waking up next to you tomorrow morning,
most definitely not anytime in between.

and god, my heart aches when i think about it

it's hard not to fall in love harder,
every single time
when you're the first and last thought everyday
whether i want you to be or not

sometimes, it's quiet

i only wish you were here to feel it with me.

with a hand full of heart
and a pocket full of soul
i have found my purpose
so down the road i go
i don't have any money
but the clothes on my back
and a paper with a pen
inside my travel sack
a prayer inside my heart
an idea within my brain
a sadness in the distance
births a coming joyous reign
even if i never make the top
i won't regret i came
you may not recognize my face
but you won't forget my name

even the sonnets of Shakespeare
began to sound the same

we are poems.
beautifully written,
wonderfully designed;
marvelous works of art.
we are written with
starlight and wonder,
with verses of beauty
written across our hearts.
we are walking rhymes,
walking wonders,
walking words that tell
stories of freedom
and redemption.
we are poetry,
we are songs,
we are melodies
that are sung on
bright days.
we are the words of grace,
we are the words unforgotten,
we are words that remain.

gaping wounds,
wide eyes,
steady streams of life trickling,
draining my body
of the happiness it once held.

pain doesn't always have to be externally felt,
does it?