Disappear

the older you get the more
people disappear and that's 
how it works. one day you
are missing the company of 
someone and then the next 
day you'll remember a little 
less that they're gone.
you adapt to the change and
it doesn't make you a bad 
person to move on, that's 
life and that's just how
people are.

Goodbye

and in that moment,
all I could 
remember was our 
goodbye
and how every moment
spent
was like I never
knew you at all 

Truth

The truth is, she didn't 
need to be saved; she just
needed to feel loved and
know that someone out there
craved her attention.

Run

There are some days

where I feel

like no matter where I go,

I always end up feeling the same,

because

all places are the same

in the end.

Or maybe it's just me

and no matter where I go,

I could never

run far enough from who I am,

and I could never run far enough

from everything

that hurts.

Save

and when I told you I felt
disconnected from it all, it
really meant I needed you to
save me. save me from all the 
things we were both unwilling 
to let go.

Dying

we either die
too young
or too old,
and it is usually
caused by two things:
a great love or
something that made us
feel real.

Real

sometimes
you change the way I feel
and sometimes
the way i feel is the
darkest place
and sometimes 
the darkest place is the 
only place
where we could discover 
something real.

Believe

I need to believe
that only I can chase
my dreams.
That only I can light the
fire in me.
That no one can break me
unless I break myself and
only someone else can hero
me carry my pieces. I need
to believe that I am 
different and I am full of
love. And if I live every
moment believing, then the 
chaos in my heart will
be a beautiful thing, and 
the world will never cease
to forget my name.

I just need to believe.

Nothing

nothing matters.

not the love you leave behind

or the things you take

with you in death.

not their terror

or the things they want you to see.

not the way the lonely live,

quiet and sad.

not the things that make us

angry or the things

that make us happy.

not the art or the way it flows.

not the slow hours

or those last seconds that kill.

nothing matters.

nothing lasts.

nothing made out of nothing.

but one thing does matter,

the way you see yourself.

the way you believe.

the way you make others believe.

all else changes,

all else goes on. 

Some

here is one simple fact i
have learned about people.
no one ever stays the same.
some come, some go and
some never return. some take,
some give and some only
dream. some want to be, while
others just are. some begin,
some end and some never find
love. some are bright, some
are dim and some are always 
wishing for more. it never ends.

people are like hours, they
are changing all the time

Someday

somewhere someone is
thinking of you. wishing
one day somewhere somehow
you'll meet. 

Transformation

every hour.
every minute.
every second. 
we are transforming
into other people.
so maybe the next time
we meet;
i'll be someone else.
i'll be better,
i'll be different.
maybe next time
i'll be a spark,
and i'll burn
this world
to the ground.

Change

we will not be the 
same after tonight
ans knowing this we
still smile and say
goodbye.

this is how it 
operates, this is
how change happens.

Moments

and when it was over
nothing defined us,
other than the moments
that made us feel free.

People

all the people we have met and
all the people we have yet to 
meet, are meant to exist so we
can find them. so we both could
exchange a set of directions,
which will guide us to the next 
place we are meant to go.

and as we go, we must always
believe that maybe this could
be our last stop. that maybe
the next person we meet will not
have a set of directions, that 
maybe they will have more, and
that maybe they will offer us
something beautiful enough to 
inspire us to stay. 

Sun

and the sky smiled
right back at you,
like it knew a little
more about you each
night.

Someone

sometimes we just need 
someone. it doesn't matter
who it is. just someone 
to remind us what it's like
to live in a moment, and
feel something before we
walk away.

Flame

we have a complicated little
thing. it is a small flame burning
the world, and it burns the same
way her heart feels when it is
alone. we are meant to be hard and 
when i look into her eyes; she
makes me feel as if i know nothing
at all.

love is a violent flower; blooming
in the middle of my bones, and
loving her was something else, it
was some kind of heavy rain that
was meant to flood my empty soul.

Fate

our fate lies in the 
hands of the things we
love, and sometimes
the things we love are 
the things that lead us
to the destruction of
ourselves. 

You

there's a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things
you used to like and to keep dressing the way you've always
dresses and to never question that you believe in and
basically "be yourself" has slowly morphed into "be what
everyone knows you as" but trust me when i say if you just
give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based
purely on what would make you happy, you'll gain a very
comforting sense of self peace.

Everyone

everyone has their place
regardless of how we see it.
from the doctor who saves
lives to the murdering bastard
who kills them. everyone is
born into love, it is just
some loves are hard and cold
and they break laughter into
nothing; into air. and some are
special and devour and curse
us straight into the goodness
of the world.

everyone is born with meaning;
regardless if they burn
everything into the ground.

everyone.

Destroyed

there must be about a
million ways to let
yourself be destroyed.
but then there is love,
and i think tonight
i am in the mood to break
apart and let myself
be consumed by all the
things i know i would
never be able to recover
from.

Want

when we have something 
we want more, and when
we have nothing we want
something. we always
tend to want the things
we can't have, and in a
strange way... that
makes us all the same.

They

they tell us
how to live.
what to learn.
what to love.
what to eat.
what to fight for,
and what to think.

they tell us all
these things, and
then they wonder
why some of us lose
it and why some of
us go mad.

Stars

and every time i look at you, i can feel something stirring inside me. like a collection of dying stars drowning beneath the waves. waves that belong to your ocean, and i have fallen deeply without really knowing how far it all could go.

She

she destroyed herself. 

too many little thoughts. 

she fell apart. 

too many little pieces. 

she wrote herself. 

too many little words. 

she lost herself. 

too many little places. 

she fell in love. 

too many little feelings. 

she discovered herself. 

too many little stars. 

she believed. 

too many little moments. 

and in the end,

she was home. 

too many little things

that reminded her of him. 

Rain

and there were always those nights where he preferred the rain over people. because the rain would remind him of how he should feel and people would remind him of the things he was trying to forget. 

Meaning

There is something out here... it is all inside, it is all in my head. The things that happen don't exsist unless I give them meaning. to be able to define everything is where my biggest weakness lies. to be able to feel is the chaos I need to make sense of the things that strike me. love strikes me and everything else moves me in such a way that i could barely understand. I feel and everything I feel is nothing, nothing but an extension of the mind and heart I was born with. 

Tragedies

tragedies will always be found in the things we love. and if we are not willing to see the beauty in losing something that means the world to us, then imagine how terrible it would be to live for them. we must always come to the end of things. for sometimes, knowing nothing lasts forever, is the only way we can learn to fall in love with all the moments and all the people that are meant to take our breath away. but one thing to remember, never run back to what broke you.