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.