I do not pass in this world idly
for there is much to do.

I do not hold on to ideas or others or myself too steadfastly
for many things do change.

I do not take today for granted
for tragedy strikes without regard.

I do not choose my words lightly
for they shape the world.

As such, I do not take action without careful thought
for that is the mark of destruction.

Finally, I do not aim to judge another soul
for mine is the only I control.

it was a perfectly good song,
the kind of words that resound in your head
long after the final note has been sung.
it was a perfectly good song until
i saw you in it,
saw you woven through each line and melody,
and then it was more than just a perfectly good song.
it was you.
every time i saw you, everytime you kissed me,
everytime our ivory skins touched
you were that song.
it was a perfectly good song
as it replaced wedding bells, as
we swayed through an open dance floor
surrounded only by those melodies
and our love.
that song was beaded all over my white gown,
tucked into your tuxedo jacket
instead of a boutineer.
it was a perfectly good song until you left,
until that song was the only thing i had left of your ghost,
until i threw up those lyrics on the side of the street
when i thought i glimpsed you in the crowds.
it was a perfectly good song until those words
were the only thing keeping me company at 2am, besides my own shadow,
of course.
it was a perfectly good song
until it wasn’t.

i've always wanted to fill my notebooks
with beautiful words
so now i just fill them with your name.

i guess you never know
when you've gone too far,
you take & you take & you take,
and you break my self esteem and god i want
to hate you so bad,
but i never write about you so i guess my words mean
i care too much,
or not enough, or somewhere in between.
the lines of my heart are blurring with
the ones in my head, because
sometimes i even think i want you
(i know-- crazy, right?)
but i am a wildflower and you-
you are the hurricane trying to stamp me into the ground.
i told you i can take a joke
but it's raining a little too hard this time.

I'm kind of stuck
At least... I think I am
Somewhere between telling everyone I know to *******
And "just please come hold me friend"

Some place in between an uneasy heart and hectic mind

"I'm depressed"
Can't I just say it without having to explain why?
Sometimes I don't even know which reason to choose

Short replies

"You seem like you don't want to talk"

You're right, but I also want to reach out
I want out
I want to let go of everything
And capture it all in my arms

like a fire fly in the palm of restless hands,
Just let me hold on to your light
Atleast, just for tonight

Because I'm feeling stuck.