you spoke of dreams,
moments not here,
but lingering just beyond reach.
i see you too—in flashes,
a laugh, a name i never fully said.

i close my eyes,
and there you are,
in the tremble of stars,
the flicker of streetlights,
the hum of midnight waves.

you linger like a soft melody,
always near,
but never enough.
a secret i kept in silence,
carried with every breath.

I wore your sores
I rode your pain
I stood by your side-
Even in vain

I’d be here for you
Regardless of anything
Even when you took-
All of me for yours

I held your breath
When it was too heavy
I grew up in your shadow-
Of damage

Nothing you do can take the hurt
You had me learn
You had me live
You had me feel

I was born to fail
Since nothing I do
Was good for your appeal

It doesn't matter
How deep the water is if
You're drowning in it

When you fly high
The fall is hard

always the poet,
      never the poem.

always the writer,
   never the story.

always the photographer,
   never the picture.

always the dreamer,
   never the dream.

for once...
                  could i be the muse?

the one in the photo,
                                     the poem,
                                                       the story,
                                                          ­              the dream.
or at
         least
                  the
                        inspiration.
­the one
              that
                      would
                                   be held
                                                 in
                                                      memory.

Smile
      Cry
          Put on your mask
                And get ready to die
                       That’s our life just accept it
                             Then you can go silently hide
You can take it of alone
     Don’t complain to me
          It’s just human nature
               Go hide and blend in
                     You can’t just be
I’m so tired of this mask
      But what the other option
             Burden others with my past?
                       They wouldn’t like me anyway
                             That’s why we always hide
                                  And silently decay

But it’s ok mines not that bad anyway

My parents are mad.
I hardly speak.
I stay in my room.
I can’t ever leak.
I’m sorry I don’t love like you.
Love is earned for me,
and I don’t like hugs like you.
Leave me alone.
I know it’s just a touch for you,
but I really really just hate hugs.

And it hurts the most
When you try everything
And you still feel
Like someone is constantly twisting your chest
And banging on the inside of your mind