There’s a place for people like you
But it’s not here on earth
I hope one day when you make the fall,
you feel the pressure build in your ears,
as you plummet

There’s a place for people like you
But it’s not here on earth
I hope one day when you make the assent,
you feel the pressure build in your ears,
the whole way up

I see the way he looks at her
His eyes soften,
as if he’s outlining her face in his mind
Trying to memorize every detail so he doesn’t miss a thing when he blinks
His jaw relaxes
Hoping,
praying,
that maybe their lips will touch
His fingers brush her back
Letting the calluses press into every crease in her skin
He tucks her hair behind her ear
Exposing her cheeks when she blushes
I see the way he looks at her
He’s never thought anyone could be that beautiful
She’s all he’s wanted,
and he spends their time together,
Yearning for one more second longer

when he opens my door,
I can smell his cologne
one that makes my shoulders relax
and my eye lids feel heavy

but when I hold him close,
I can smell the dirt on his skin
and the sweat in his hair
the salt reaches my lips,
when I kiss his forehead

and somehow this is sweeter,
than the floral notes of his cologne

There’s some people who don’t deserve poems
They deserve books
Chapters and chapters about the light they bring into the world
Words crafted almost as careful as Greek sculptures
Attempting to fit every emotion onto a paper
As if someone who is mute finds their voice,
and the first thing they say is about you
Some people deserve songs
Beautiful piano riffs that fill you with almost as much emotion as they do
The ones that give you goose bumps
The songs you see in concerts that make you realize how beautiful it is to be alive
The ones that send the bass from the floor, into the soles of your feet, and up your legs until you feel the pressure in your chest
There’s some people who don’t deserve the horrors they’ve seen
But those are the people who will love you the most
Even if you don’t love them back

When I wake up I’m disappointed,
In the fact that I’m still breathing

There are some days I like to wake up and pretend it’s my second chance at life
Like I died but God decided he’d give me one more shot
There are some days I wake up and realize how grateful I am to live the way I do