Where are you?

I cant seem to find you
In this darkness that lurks around me
This torch that I'm holding feels like it is useless as.
All I can see around me are the people don't matter to me.
When I call out for your name,
all I hear is the echo of this cave that I am in.
It feels like the cave is mocking me
because it shouts out the words that I cry.

When I pick up my ukulele,
All I feel is pain and sorrow
Wrapped around these stings
That I strum Oh so quietly.
Quietly like your voice
when you are cuddle with me
with all of those nights.

When I play our song,
All I feel are the lyrics eating me up
Like the demons that rest inside my cursed soul

Let’s Cut out all the ropes
As you watch me fall
And now all of my love is wasted
Like the homeless man
Whose only means of medicating
Is ***** so he can hide
From all of the skeletons
That float around in his mind

No matter how many times I played this song in the darkness
All I can feel
Is loneliness caressing me
In her arms.
And sadly it is the only love I will feel for a long time.

I knew who you were the right one when you stepped into my life
you had your thick rimmed, non prescription glasses
that were way too big for your face and you secretly knew it
your apparel consisted of Urban outfitters,
your grandmother’s closet or
“cute things you found on amazon”
and the scarf in the middle of august means one thing,

you're a hipster!
You stand out like fireworks on the 3rd of July
No not because you are one of a kind,
It's just that you were 15 minutes late to my History class,
you don't follow time because you go to places when the “vibe is right”
you pulled out your Mac Book Air out of your satchel and you waved at me.

Okay now you are one of a kind
After class We started talking about the music we listen to.
and we listen to the same music
Which is the equivalent of finding the holy grail in your studio apartment in downtown Portland
where the air taste like that Caramel Macchiato that you had this morning.

We talked more out of class
We talked about Michael Cera movies,
and how anything with a filter looks better on instagram
and how she writes poetry with her vintage typewriter,
and the undeniable fact that you will never be proud of what you are.
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One day after class, I was walking you to you bicycle
(you don't use a car because you like going on your own path)
and I found the courage to ask you out on a date,
you sat there puzzled  for a while and you said yes.

Later that night, I rode in my bicycle to your apartment as you hopped on your bike and we rode to a drive in theater, drank PBR, and loved every second of that moment.
When we stopped at your house
I held your hips and said, “lets fall in hipster love like Matt and Kim, I wanna see your Bright Eyes peer into the Pixels of our lives . I want you to see that
maybe a little Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver will make our lives a little Clearer
You bring the Modest Mouse out of me as it  crawls through my wall of lies
You make me wanna jump in a Passion Pit with The Nationals,”
and then I hugged you like a Grizzly Bear

You kissed me as it gave me wings to fly off to the back of my mind
and that honey is what  makes you one of a kind.

Insanity

Such a long road
A road with many
Inhabitants.

Naught but a thin
Path separates
Boundaries of the
Sane and insane.

Forever lost
To us are the
Sane ones across
The narrow path.

Sanity