i want to fix myself with more
than just glue and tape i want
to calm down i don't want
to be so much i want to let the
water wash the broken parts of me
away but i always get caught in the
tides, in the waves, in the stream
they keep saying
"if you do this,
what will be left?
what will be left?"
i keep my feet out of the water.
i don't have an answer.

Cherry blossom bloom
Pink kisses under the tree
Romantics, prepare!

What if it didn't turn out the way it did?
What if I kept my mouth shut
and just let you continue to walk away?
Cause that night I did
and that bothers me.
What if it didn't turn out the way it did?
What if you kept your mouth shut
and continued to let our hearts grow apart?
I'm glad you didn't,
but it still bothers me
that I had something worthy of saying
and I didn't say it
because I wanted you to be happy
even if that meant
I couldn't be.

Someday, those photos will look old, like when you recognize the pile of dust resting on a dingy book. Someday, those photos will look old, and you'll still be young in my mind, like every new word my mind pours from my chest to this paper, someday you'll grow old but my relics of you will remain frayed and new.