Spin

I want to stop standing still.
But right now I am only wishing everything around me would go by.
I only realize how much time I waste after it's too late.
Flying is more interesting then just floating.
I'd rather be passionate than content.
I dont need security. I need inspiration.

I try to realize my size...

Simple people make things complicated.
I am done worrying now.
Because I've thought about the complexity we've created,
and I simply don't wish to care tonight.

Ruins

As much as I would like to say It doesnt get to me...
It ruins me.
And I'm left to ask myself, "Who am I?"
Who am I now?

Be Ok.

It's strange how living rooms turn into battle fields.
How birthdays become emergencies.
And everyone wants to move forward, but no one is willing to change.


Its all out of my control.

Quiet.

I Matter. What I say and what I think Matter.
I am capable of doing things that are meaningful.
You can continue to suffocate me.
I couldnt breathe to begin with.

I can use as many words as I want.
But you have no respect for it at all.
The look in your eyes says its already obsolete.

And I am always waiting, waiting. To be free someday.
But when is that, if all we have is now?

"we accept the love we think we deserve"

I never want to settle.

I am so cold when I'm alone.
You are not the sun, but you are warm enough.
I really didnt expect perfection, did I?

This is what we're up against...

It didnt make me sad to hear about the cancer.
Because I thought you were strong.
You have a supportive family and friends.
I Wish I could tell you that this is still your life.
You may not be able to control this disease, but you can still control how you feel about it.
Being bitter about it only makes you weaker.

And it didnt hurt so much to see you battling this.
It hurts much more to see you let it win.

"Keep breathing, my Angel"

I always knew we were meant to exist this way.
And I am scared. But all I have is now.
We are meant to bring out the best in eachother.
There is no other definition of love.

"it's like forgetting the words to your favorite song..."

I feel like this should be easy.
And it's not.
I like to be independent, and maybe I've just grown too used to it.
This isnt what I hoped it would be.
But there is still room for change.

Dear Old Friend,

The part of me that cried for you hasnt died.
It just realized it was time to wake up and wash the tears away.
And I'm glad it did.