We are constantly withering away every night just to rise again in the morning and brush the ashes off our shoulders. The world is cold at night. Thoughts are unforgiving. Mistakes are made and regrets plague our minds with the venomous sting of apprehension. But as the dull warmth of sleep creeps in, the fire of dawn comes like a new beginning, a blank slate. I am no longer who I was yesterday, a scared shell afraid of my own shadow. I am older now, and I am ready to make better mistakes. We are not weak because of the things we allow ourselves to feel. We are strong because we were brave enough to live through them, to fall and then rise again from our ruins and let the fire mold us into something cleaner, something a little more beautiful than before. So everyday I live life until I am weary, collapse into myself, and wait for the sunrise.

And so she came to be

And evermore she came to stay

And for that, I was grateful

Though I never came to say

Through different eyes, my simple mind

Could not even express 

The wonders that she brought with her 

And lit up in my chest.

She differed in the slightest ways 

Apart from all the rest

Her eyes a little livelier,

Her mind had me perplexed.

I could not fix her pieces in the puzzle she became

And gave up when I'd had enough

Like she was just a game.

But all the things she came to be,

They seemed to acquiesce

That she was something greater 

Something I could not attest

And so I came to realize 

She was never mine to call

I could not give her what she'd want

Or anything at all.

The greatest thing I'd come to love

I soon let slip away

For I was far too young to know just how to love her anyway.

And so she came to stay

But even so, she did depart

For love is like a flower

Born to wither in the heart.

With greedy hands, Unguarded hearts

We live life undefeated

Our diamond eyes are made of glass

But truth is never needed

From dusk to dawn we wake

We shiver and we shake

We're ill but still we call it

What we call it as we may

You thought that he was made of gold

But Midas knows the truth

That diamonds are a lie

And gold is no fountain of youth

You're young and then you waste it

Now you're old and you will die

And never tried to reach the stars

Or even touch the sky

So love notes are a waste of time

Just shout it to the sun

If you love her, tell the stars

Each and every single one

As for your stolen glances, well

I'd like to have them back

For love is not a panic

It is not a heart attack

She lit a fire in your eyes,

In your stomach,

In your brain

That smothered as it grasped your heart

That cold and bitter thing

So with empty hands and weary hearts,

We live life so defeated

And if this is how we fall in love

Then I don't think I need it.

My words are clumsy

They trip and they stumble

Lay heavy like boulders

And in football, they'd fumble

Sometimes they may flow

Like the ocean, in waves

Or crash like tsunamis

Wreaking havoc for days

They let out to much

Or nothing at all

They make me seem bitter

They make me look small

They cut and they bruise

And they carry bad news

When I reach for a hand

They build up a wall

I can't understand me

It's crazy, I know

That the things that I think

My mouth can't echo

For my mind, it is screaming

It wants to be known

But I shut up and swallow my words.