How did we manage to talk ourselves into being okay with mediocrity?

I hate my job. But I need money to survive.

This is not the life I had pictured for myself.

I’m not living my days how I want.

I wish i was someone else, something else, somewhere else.

And when death comes for you, are you going to be satisfied with just the little moments?

I know I need more, than just little moments.

Purple is the way you make me feel

Deliquescing around you

On a rainy day

Or dewy morning

You remind me of a porch swing

Rare

And you make the space you’re in feel

Different

A comfy place even when surrounded by

Concrete

Or even grass

Dead or green

You’re the trick with the life saver

On my back teeth

Biting into you

Creating a spark

You are

The tree growing through fence

The flowers through concrete cracks

You are

All but nothing

7500 light years away

You can find her shining in the Milky Way

She has a star in her center

Maybe 3 million years old

Shes nearing the end just waiting to explode

Shes a bright burst of color

Star dust and gas

Such beautiful chaos

Separation from the ship alas

There’s a simple warmth from his soul

Like a newly lit fire

Still pulling from the air

Finding his footing to grow

He’s just been planted here

He will stay awhile

Maybe you will meet him

Just find the raging fire

sometimes i feel like

i’m the shore

everyone else is the wave

crashing into me

taking a piece

every time

they leave

You fucking lied

But we cant leave it at that

There’s a fact hiding in the corner

The act of extracting said fact is less than

Satisfactory

You fucking lied

Behind the door she sits and cries

Disguised is your way of stealing time

Digging under fine lines to reach the surface

Rewind

You asked me why I'm angry

At the time i had no answer

Its been too many months

And its starting to feel normal

I hate that its starting to feel normal

Im scared that I’ll forget

But i hurt every time i remember

Im angry that helplessness was my only option

But I'm glad i was there through it all

I have so much anger and sadness

I forget to be happy with my memories of you

You're gone

Im still here

Is it selfish of me to wonder who is hurting more?

sat alone

With a broken dream in my left hand

My tear drops glistened

As they hit the shattered, mirror mess in my palm

When a dream you’ve conjured for yourself dies

It feels as though you’re missing a part to a whole

I am more than just myself

I am my dreams

I am my hopes

I am every deep breath, footstep, and fall

I am the center of the universe

And every obscure, dirty corner

I am a dying dream

But i am also the start of a new one

You said i have sad eyes 

But they're alright, i think 

Sitting in their designated nooks rather normally 

They seem fine in their confines 

Actually quite snug, yet spacious 

Is it smug of you to mention my eyes?

While you squint yours and fail to recognize 

My eyes aren't sad 

Yes, they have bags 

And the purple underneath offsets my paleness 

In all realness 

My eyes aren't sad 

At least not today 

I woke up happy, unnaturally void of disarray 

My eyes are smiling 

At your inquisitive suggestion 

Maybe sometime 

I'll show you my sad eyes 

His arrogant eyes wished away the world

Acidic imprints he lay on another's back

He has yet to know bone crushing loneliness

He killed his happiness when he crawled behind a badge

So he sat, broken backed and crumbled

Holding that boys last breath in his pocket

He thought himself superior, so he will fall first

His mind riddled with rows of misplaced anger

Called upon when gun in hand

He may sleep well tonight

But their souls call for justice and they will not go unheard

When his blue dissipates, he will find he's stained with red

And our promise must be to never forget