We all see each other in the hallway
   in between classes, at lunch, at 3:15
      but do we honestly see each other?
Do we see these poems, these words
   that are often full of darkness and misunderstandings
       but sometimes light and forgiveness?
I see you, friends of mine
   hiding in the shadows of our legacy
      ...but do you see me?

Thank you for today
And tomorrow
And the day after that
And the day after that
And the day after that...

No parent should outlive their child
And I'm sorry I almost let you

I still fear you don't care

Lavender makes me sick
Vanilla makes me cringe
Set me free from olfactory memory
The smell is much too thick

You gave me the confidence i needed
I thought my soul was not worthy of anything
I feel less stale about myself
Because of you
The morning is a little less stressful
Even with everything on my shoulders
It's not as terrible
When i think of your words of encouragement
Thank you so much.
This just needs to be written and public
That's the only way this machine self-esteem will actually see some emotional steam
You've got my parts rolling again
How can i thank you any more?
I want to find that out.

You see, forgetting you
is not a one time thing
it's a constant daily battle
stop thinking about him
remember the times
he stood you up
remember the times
he broke your heart
remember the things
he said in his anger
remember the way
he left you all alone
remember how
he gave no explanation
oh but remember
the roses he brought you
remember the late night conversations
remember the first time
he told you he loved you
remember the secrets
he confided in you
no, stop
stop
remember what's good for you
remember he's not good for you
remember what you deserve
forget him every day
every morning when you wake up
and your brain wants to bring him up
remember the nights you spent
crying on your bed
remember your best friend
cursing his name
remember your mother
cursing herself for not stopping you
remember your brother
cursing himself for not protecting you
remember the days at the hospital
the pills, the drops, the shots
remember what is best for you
he is not best for you
remember that
and forget him
every year
every month
every week
every day
every second
if that's what it takes

In a world full of darkness and confusion, you are my light and my clarity.