You're like a pencil.

Sharp and round and 3 dimensional 

You give me bumps, bumps from how hard I press

Erase! Erase! This doesn't make sense!

You try your best, but *snap* even best friends can break

It's alright, take a deep breath

Fix you up, and get ready to write the rest but

My hands slip and I lose my grip 

On you

We are separated

You roll away, the distance too big for comfort

I lurch towards you, my hand outstretched

Just out of my grasp though, you were more to the left

You hit the ground *clank*, and I sigh

For a moment, I pause and stare at you

With your edges rolling you away from me

Your dulling sharpness, your many equal sides

Your hardness, your softness, the parts of you I do not see

I stare at you for only a few moments

But it's enough. 

All the who, what, when, and where's

Can't take me to where you can

They can't erase

And leave joy like I've never felt

They can't take me home

A/N: This is sort-of a follow-up to my poem "Pencil". Read that to clarify this poem.

But this is not all you are

If I could fit it all in a series of words

That would be sweet

But I can't

So although you are like a pencil

Your differences are crucial

You are out of this world, unconventional

There is not a defined shape of you

A defined make, model, and size

Known worldwide

You can't be anything like a pencil

Your differences are too differential

I guess I'll just have to stick with

"Unknown Thing"

It is shy and timid

The steps in your shadow

Move closer and closer until

It hits with a force

Unrelenting and sharp

Sudden and endless

It comes with one endgame

That everyone has to play

Denial and anger

We take it with the pain

And in the end

We all bleed the same

I see you've tricked me

With your cunning sentiments

Your flexible truths

Flexible, it seems

Spinning your tales of deceit

To a web unseen

To you I applaud 

For no greater talent lies

In that of thy mind

Your words mean something to me. I don't often say it out loud--it's personal. Your words affect me, and to anyone else, they could be nothing more then lines on paper. But your words change me--they have changed me, and I'm grateful.

To whom I'm grateful:

Your words have changed me. I'm sure you have heard that if you want to change, change for the better, not for the worse. Be with someone that changes you for the better, and you have found a true friend. 

I believe you are my true friend. I believe that 'friends' don't have a tell-tale meaning; friends don't have to see you; friends don't have to hear you; friends don't have to be near you. The words you say, the words you write and give to me, mean more than I could ever say. These words are written for a greater purpose. They impact me at a force greater than a comet slamming into the earth. They push everything I'm trying to hold in straight off a cliff into something I'm scared of, something I'm unsure of, something I don't know. You push me with your words, you challenge me. I don't know why it is you and your words specifically. I don't know why, out of everyone, you morph me the most. You are the one who has changed me for the better. Billions of people in the world and you were made to change me, to morph me. 

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Always look at the things that make you smile. Look at the things that make you laugh and giggle. Look at the things you could spend hours staring at. Look at the things you never want to forget. 

You'll need these when times get tough, when promises are broken, when people pass on, when all you want to do is cry and stay in bed. You'll want to be alone yet surrounded by company. You'll want your happiness back because for some reason, it has been yanked away by an unknown hand...

You will always need to look. Look at anything and everything. You'll need it when you feel the most alone. You'll remember how much you loved and cherished all those things, the things you never gave much thought to before but touched you in a way you'll never quite understand...

And then the toughest times won't seem as lonely and scary as they've always looked. Its easier when you're happy. It just is. You can be afraid but always look. Always...

Lines, lines, lines,

I walk along these thin lines,

Swaying and stumbling on these lines,

A crack in the sidewalk is my line,

Sharp, jagged, edged inside,

These thin lines are too thin for me,

Stumble, tumble, now I bleed,

On these thin lines in front of me.

Take the road least traveled by

Explore the adventures you find

The road least traveled by 

Is a road of a new time

Take the road least traveled by

For the shadows that hide

On the road least traveled by

Are the shadows that you leave behind

The road least traveled by

Is not a road forgotten

It is a road you'll find yourself walking

Once you witness the others, overflowing and abandoned

The road least traveled by

Is a road you'll come to find

As a new way of traveling

While leaving everything and nothing behind