i dont write poems anymore
and the friends i had made...

It's funny how fragile flowers are
Yet we still play rough with them...

It's ironic that we make a wish on a burning star
Shooting through the sky in a self righteous...

As the the sweat rolls down my neck i reconsider
all the thoughts that have made me who i was...

I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...

These tattered walls might fall anyday now,
they've been holding this weight for lifetimes...

Late night drunken fights with you mean more
then the kisses of the thousands of strangers...

Strength has been found in more foriegn places
But when tears fall from my eyes to the ground...

I've always been good at struggling,
Fighting, trying to find the will to live...

Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love...

The true poetry lays in the words unwritten in the...
every time...

She stands
and with eyes open...