Goodbye Steven.
Dont say that. Dont say goodbye, even if its true. Its too hurtful.
What would you rather me say?
Say bon voyage.

Bon voyage.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

It's time to fake what you say, as you're turning away
Though it's hard to be fake, facing you every day
With regret, with remorse for the things that were said
But you know how alone we'll end up in the end

You're my summer that fades, to these cold autumn days
You're my keepsake, my friend, and my fears
You're the strength that's inside and I swear on my life
I will always be there by your side

You taught me how to be different. you taught me how to not care what people thought and then you taught me how to mend a broken heart.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are-- when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Everyone in this world is different, but the people who are truly brave enough to show their differences are considered embarassing or not normal. Maybe, the 'normal' people in this world are just scared to show who they really are.

-Everyone's special
-Which is just another way of saying no one is

If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes.