There are two types of days that I have at work.

I either get to watch the sun rise,

Or I get to watch the sun set.

But no matter which sight of beauty I endure,

I still find myself counting the difference in hours on my fingers between you and I.

Hoping that you're ok.

Hoping you're happy.

Hoping you're free.

There come a time in every persons life

Where they have to reach behind and start pulling out those knives left long ago. 

They hold it in their hands, 

Realize it was never that sharp in the first place.

It wasn’t something to die over.

Definitely wasn’t something to kill a friendship for. 

Live. Laugh. Love. Forgive. Forget. 

At the foot of his grave the child spoke; 

“Why did he have to be so selfish?” 

Before I could say a word I couldn’t help but to feel the same indignation. 

He was right. 

Why did he have to keep all that pain to himself. 

I would have shared the load. 

And that was the end of it. 

We shook hands, 

Returned hearts, 

Walked away, 

and parted with only knowing: 

That nights to come would be filled with timeless memories. 

And mornings of excruciating saudade.

It’s incredible how the most sincere amount of pain

Can cause the mind to motivate to reach new heights.

You walk the colored trails only to realize how black and white your life really is, 

And for the better you recognize its denotation. 

Weightless I walk these trails, 

Spewing thoughts into a beaker, 

Waiting for that chemical concoction that will give answer to all of the affairs that Yourself and Lupe collaborated to daub me with. 

But these colored trails are defiant of your poison. 

They shine independence, giving me time to glare into the radiancy of your Licentiousness. 

You never cared though. 

Caring was a cheap, tattoo sticker that you find in toy machines of laundromats. 

You forge it to your skin, claiming that loyalty branded its position. 

But how many days had passed before I observed it’s fraudulence?

How many days went by watching that promise peel off piece by piece? 

How many nights must I had told a doubtful heart to think otherwise? 

It hurts you know. 

Recklessness intertwined with your infantility; 

Made you a laborer to its trick. 

Never letting you comprehend that once you entertain the idea of another Loyalty is Eradicated. 

Never had I felt a force so fatiguing. 

One day you’ll turn ego around. 

One day.