Mcclain2

Do you remember when We used to tell each other Everything Without fearing judgement Back before we both became Broken bits of something That once was beautiful I suppose we were just children And had no real grasp on Anything But I miss the days when I didn't have to wonder If you would be okay Or live another day Now we put on faces As though we are strangers And use the words "I'm fine" As a barrier to hide behind We pretend we don't know better Than to believe This lie Where is my best friend? I miss our conversations Although, I suppose You think the same things But we are both too scared To just let go, stop pretending And let some

You let me go... did you let me go? Because I feel the cold wind dancing  this way. Did you let me go? because your voice don't caress  my ears, and I feel the transit in my face of sad tears. Like a balloon in the hands of a child, that he truly likes and is really exciting but at some point he lets it go, floating up, floating up, he looks at it now, with tears in his eyes he wishes he did not let it go but thankfully his sadness last so little, as he finds comfort somewhere else. I float now upward in despair and wishing a thousand parties in your name, a happy stay and pretty smiles. As I disappear into thin air wishing you mo

I walk through this realm thinking I need to find something... shit....I lost my way, looking back, i realised it in every way. but in reflections...I will always follow this path to say I was a man...was bold face lie I broke down and cried searching for my love and the truth of us as people now I write these words to break the chains and let the love of us be free this path...I regret non of it....if anything it's made me stronger, wiser, faster, better if I had it all in the first place, I'd be weak, dumb, afraid, a looser but would my love if I found her accept me as a peace to bring to her waring kingdom? will the people know were are su

From the pain and the suffering endured in one's early life, one day if you search for the deeper understanding of yourself you will realize, it was the necessary key to open the doors of empathy, the doors of love for yourself, for your brothers, sisters and life itself. The eye opening experience that puts you in contact with your greater self and provides a bridge to more fulfilling experiences. It is important to remember that once the door is open it will remain the same if you so desire it and the light will never cease to shine, so there is no need for the figurative key, from suffering any longer, you must now let go of it, as an ac

You wonder if he ever thinks of you. When he hears your name, he must, or has he normalized it? When he hears those songs on those albums by those bands that you talked about until five in the morning, or does he skip over them when they play? Surely he must remember you when he sees a set of crooked teeth or reads a book for English class or hears about New York, unless he's trained himself not to. You'll think of him when you hear his name. When you hear those songs. When you hear a piano playing F Sonatina or the roar of a baseball game playing on TV. You've tried to forget about him and his shy smile, you have, you have, but somehow he a

I am forgetful. Sometimes I forget my keys, and sometimes I forget my phone. Sometimes I become so wrapped up in the computer or a show that I forget about lunch until three in the afternoon. I can write reminders on the back of my hand in ink, and I can stick infinite Post-It notes to walls and notebooks and the bathroom mirror, but to no avail. A moment will pass and whatever thought I'd had will have left. I am forgetful. But I remember what's important. I may forget my keys, but I'll never forget your smile when you locked the door to your bedroom behind us that first day. I may forget my phone, but I'll always have your num

7:55 PM you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there. 7:59 PM i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember 8:00 PM anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating. 8:02 PM hell, it was everything you used to love 11:23 PM it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even

one: that boy taught me that girls who speak up are not fit for loving. that bastard taught me that girls who say no are not fit for loving; it was my voice or my heart, and i chose love. (after all, isn't that the greatest thing?) two. when the pain weighted my body to the floor, when the carpet covered me with dust and claimed my bones, my friends called me lazy. "where are your wounds?" i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands. they rolled their eyes and turned away, asked me why i'd turn myself into some craft project for a hopeless, wandering boy and night after night i cried "i don't know, i don't know, i don't know." three:

since i met you i have fallen for the way my fingers curl around a pen. you told me once that my poems kept you breathing, and if these pinkish branches keep your heart beating then i love them and i love them and i love them. (you said my eyes were cornflower, forget-me-not, blue jean shorts on a summer night. you said my eyes were oceans, not for the blue but because the sirens on my lashes fell on your cheeks and sang to you.) and my stomach has held a hundred moons but you never told me that the blood i shed was shameful, even slumped on the floor when i cried in the night you held me and told me not to be afraid, you kissed my fac

we are tangled, unwashed hair that splays like tentacles on our bed, long, dark hair and eyelashes like curtains, long, beautiful hair and two eyes on two bodies that only watch in shady bars, because our friends can't see us like this. we are hand-holding under tables, stumbling through alleyways into apartments, with doors flung open and shut like our disbelieving eyes when our clothes come off and souls entwine. and when our screams subside, we are two bodies, one soul. we are liars when we sit alone on park benches and watch sunsets from separate ends. they ask us "do you know each other?" and we catch each other's ey