BeAnIndividual

I am holding it all inside of me, So much has happened in this short time. Try to keep my grip so it won't break free, Pretending that everything is just fine. I am used to knowing I'm the good one, That I am the one who helps them grow. Not this time though, I have been outdone, And there is no going back now that I know. I don't want to admit it all, But the feelings, the words, are welling up. For every single part of you, I started to fall. I started to fall and it wont let up. Every side of you is special, unique, You are not like others in the best ways. So many things I wish I could speak, Thoughts I wish I could raise. I won't rus

This is harder than I imagined, Thought it would be easier this time. Our time together wasn't that long, I thought just friends would be fine. Clear as day I now see the reality of it, This is going to stay with me for now. How could I not hold on to it? You made it easy, I started to really fall. I am left to try and catch myself, The rug pulled from under my feet. I feel the impact I didn't see coming, I do my best not to skip a beat. Trying my hardest to push it all down, Doing what I can to keep up the smile. Keep pretending I am okay with it all, It will be okay after a while.

Sunsets are proof of a simple fact, that some endings can be beautiful. Inky hues dance around the setting sun, quietly fading away, constantly mutable. After dusk the colors vanish, the glamour of sunsets do not last. It is easy to fear the subsequent night, but times of darkness always pass. New colors will blossom in the sky more grand than one can imagine. An ending may seem dark and empty, but they give rise to beauty one cannot fathom. Sunrises will inch above the horizon, bringing flamboyant colors to the skies. Brighter and clearer after the dark of night, new hellos will replace old goodbyes.

Your priorities Dictate everything you do, Everyone you see. Your priorities Reveal what matters to you, They don't include me.

I'm sitting here, just sitting and thinking, Trying to make sense of what just happened. I think I'm still in shock, head still reeling From all the sentences we both fashioned. All those emotions still course through my veins, Circulating round and round my body. They run freely, reason has dropped the reins. Preying on the fears that I embody, They lay siege to my soul and to my heart. All I once had faith in lies in ruins, My own mind tearing me and you apart. I bend down and pick up each little piece. "Grab some glue, fix the puzzle, find your peace."

It's hard not to notice what's going on, especially when I see it first hand. It's hard not to fear that you will be gone, that after a year we will just disband. I am a worrier, its what I do, Even though I know that things are still good. My brain will take the fear and follow through, Playing out the fantasy, the "what could". It is clear to me that there is no threat, obviously this is all in my head. I know I just need to breathe and not fret, to just clear my mind when I lay in bed. It will all be okay, it will work out, there is no need to carry all this doubt.

Life is never consistent, never still. Always moving, always changing... different. Change can either be warm or full of chill... Regardless, it will still be apparent. One moment is all that is required For "what is" to suddenly be "what was". My mind becomes weary, it is growing tired Of trying to keep up with what change does. That moment of inflection can't be found, The point in time when he became distant. Everything we once had has now unwound, "Give in to the end, don't be resistant". How can I let them succeed, let them win? I can't surrender yet... I still love him.

A heart of gold with a twist of black, Twisted hearts are all I see. Around me they walk, Going about their lives Without knowing what they could be. They just settle for what they are; Content with being unhappy Even if they do not know why. I see their hearts clear as day; gold hidden under the surface Just begging to be set free. I see the potential for them to grow, To stop feeding the blackness. It would make life so much better; All they need is a push, A reasons to stop the madness. I feel the duty to push them, To encourage them to let it go. Someone has to do it And that someone can be me. "I can help them, I know it." But try an

I want to tell you About the thoughts in my head... You wouldn't like them.

This is a poem. Sometimes, it's all you need to Have life be okay.