Hi.
You might not know me
But for real
I don't even blame you
I gave up long ago
on sharing who I was
while hiding
who I am

Hi.
I seem a stranger
good and bad
and all the in-between
It wasn't so pretty
or easy, or real, or "fine"
but I am
OK now.

Hi.
I was an addict.
drugs of choice?
Elusive approval
Associated shame
Stolen identity
Yes, I was
just a fraud.

Hi.
Here I am broken.
you scold me
and then I lose myself
a scapegoat to be razed
to be a throwaway
But I raised
my self up.

Hi.
I’m a mosaic
Living art
I'm pieces of past lives
And though I was scattered
I am collected now
I made this
this beauty

Hi.

you got mad at me for photographing the scabs on your arm
it exists as evidence - you’ve bled, you hate it
as if it made you less of a man  

regretting every time you display affection
tell me how you really feel
tell me how you’ve fallen
as if it made you less of a man

baby, you’re my man
and i documented your old blood
because its the closest i’ve gotten
to seeing your insides
the closest i’ve been
to truly believing
that you have a heart
or that you bleed
for me

i wrote you a letter,
i guess you haven't read.

i wrote you another one,
because what should i do
if you're the only thing
in my head?

My name is *zach

Hello's my favorite word,
Perhaps a new beginning of something amazing
And it'll start with a hello
And be answered by hi
And that's the exact feeling I felt -high

And then you passed from me,
Smiles were exchanged,
And byes were uttered,
From there I fell, so *low

And for some odd reason she hasn't had her coffee

                                                         ­                   And for some strange reason
                       she's hanging upside down

                                                                     And if for some little particle of time you see her right side up

                      Tell her hi for me and give her this little bitty cup

"Hi"
*That voice,
that one simple word,
it sends my heart into a frenzy,
leaves me sighing of happiness,
fills me with the warmth
of a calm
inferno.
It was my after school tradition,
make myself fall for him again.
His dad was usually home by 2pm,
but we almost always go lucky.
I wouldn't trade that time
for anything.
We could go hours,
just relying on the sounds of out voices,
chatting away through the silence of our homes.
Never once have we or will we become bored of one another.
That's what we love best.

Hello.
No, its not from the other side.
Its from your heart
Saying that you should be strong
Cause in life, things always goes wrong.
Hi.
You are flying so high,
Reaching for the sky,
Always put your head up high,
Cause there's no reason why,
U shouldnt.
Hey,
Hey hey hey,
From someone far away,
Telling you to join the fray
In becoming the great minds of today,
Battling sorrow of tomorrow.