Poems and stuff

pillowcases and broken vases 2

he asked all of the wrong questions 

only to receive the right answers

he wrote his letters backwards

and found tiny little dancers

in ripples of pools as it rained

he found no need for fame

and cried when he was alone

but I know that I feel the same

he's quiet but quite dramatic

he's loving and also a fanatic 

but clearly you see

how much he means to me

-the ode to dancing raindrops

I still find the shadows of you in the most brightest places

I still find your smile and grin upon many other faces

I still smell the detergent that you use right on my clothing

I still find little notes left where I now write my loathing

I'm picking up the pieces that would used to lie on the floor

I used to think that I could make it, but now I don't know anymore

-im contemplating if I want to forget everything but I know I can't and that hurts

I don't know

is it what I think or am I wrong

is it good with the new one or am I wrong

am I wrong

god, I hope i am 

I dont want this anymore 

I dont want to think that anymore

but I do and I can't believe if thats real or if I'm paranoid 

I dont want to think anymore

"somebody else?"

no thats definitely not it

and what if it was?

I can't to much about it

but it hurts

and it'll pass

just like a storm 

destructive like the past

-the storm of 1975

there is no more rose out the window

there is no more sight

and still I look out the window

looking for more than a fight

-airheads and bathroom windows

less than friends is a term that I despise

ripping at the hearts of others and hearing thousands of cries

gold was the metal that stained on my heart

tracing the path like roads and a petal driving two roads apart

was it a sorry or was it a plea

I don't know if it meant anything to me

was it a question meant for more feelings

or was it to make an impression on me

-those letters