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.