I fell in love

with a writer,

And every time he wrote—

I could feel the pain

In his words

that he used

to so perfectly describe.

It was almost

As if

He had given me

A key

To the inner fortress

Of his mind.

It gave me a

certain respect,

And love for him

And his character.

The pain

That he had endured

And the life

He worked so hard for.

I wished

That I could

Kiss away the pain

within his past,

Write him a new story

He hadn't yet thought of or seen,

With fields of green

Flowers of yellow

And all his days

Without tears of blue

Or bruises of black.

I want to be a melody.

I want to be the rhythm.

I want to be music.

I want to be the songs you sing.

Because I know..

This is the only way

I could ever be on your mind,

Or dancing on your soft lips.

This is the only way

you could ever love me.

Eye contact

With you

Was like

The heavens

Opened up

And an angel

Was looking right

Back at me.

You always assume

That a smile

Means I'm

Alright,

But you should

Always remember

A star is brightest

When it's collapsing.

I can taste the smoke burning in my lungs, I can feel the ash on my fingertips, I can smell the ruins of what I'm leaving behind. But it doesn't really matter, before I left I took my heart. For all the times I need to be reminded life is not all bad. I took my head, to guide my heart, for all the times it falls apart.

And I took your hand because you are all the home I'll ever need.

I'm getting tired

Of

Late

Night

Phone Calls.

I can't hear the ring

of your ringtone

anymore,

I'm sorry

but

I put you on vibrate

And

it doesn't shake me

to my core.

I am not obligated

To pick my phone up

Every time

it's convenient for you.

&

Your blatant disregard

For my personal life

sickens me.

Why are you so mad?

Is it because

my life

doesn't revolve around you?

Or it is because

your life revolves around me

And the magic seal of approval

Society is supposed to give you?

I like you,

but I don't need you.

And I don't need someone

who needs

to be in contact 24/7.

My voicemail

Is unchecked

And it will stay that way.

I'm clicking decline

and ignore on you.

I was alone.

Or at least it felt that way.

Tears streamed down my cheeks

Onto the script I had been working on.

Deep down, I knew something like this was going to happen.

But I had tried to convince myself it wouldn't.

"People never change." I thought to myself,

"No matter how many chances you give them, they never change. There is no humanity left in the mankind."

A little boy walked up,

He was probably about 3 years old.

I knew not who he was, or from whence he came, just a sense of direction.

I tried to look away, and not make direct eye contact, in fear the child would see me crying.

He looked at me, right in the eyes.

I expected him to walk away

Or get scared, But he didn't.

Instead, he came up and hugged me.

Then looked up at me and said,

"Why are you crying?"

I started crying even harder,

But this time for a different reason.

Children have a certain innocence

That gives hope to my heart

When it feels ever so empty.