No lover was meant to find true love.
A lover can love, but cannot be loved.
The cure for lack of love will never be found.
If a lover can love and cannot receive love back,
Then what happens when a lover loves another?
Does the love cancel out?
Or does it double its amount?
You see young love, it’s widely spread.
But is it love, or is it generosity?
If two lovers love, the word ‘fate’ comes in.
Like fate like fake, it’s not meant a thing.
Just like how we were brought up in life,
To have love for others, and don’t expect anything back.
But if we don’t expect for love to find us, what happens when it does?
Do we turn our head, or do we take a second glance?
Nothing will seem clear until the formula is found.

A lovee was meant to receive love, not give.
Selfish they are, receiving more than what’s needed.
They suck in the love, using it for nothing but false pretense.
No, they don’t realize it, but once there are no more lovers left,
What will the lovee feed on?
If a lovee comes across another lovee,
Do they steal each others received love?
Or do they add them together, to feel more power?
Nobody knows why a lover can’t receive, and a lovee can’t give,
Maybe that’s where the world’s violence comes in.
Nothing will seem clear until the formula is found.

Success Is Never Permanent, Failure Is Never Final

The mind sets apart all pleasurable things.
When your heart starts to fade, there’s nothing left but pain.
It’s hard to yell when the words are shot at you.
There’s nothing you can do, nothing you can do.
Tell me it’s not real, I can’t believe this disillusion.
I force myself to break apart from you, but instead it’s my own bond that breaks.
You escape from your problems by running too fast.
When you let yourself fall one too many times.
You tell yourself ‘there’s nothing that can help me from falling again, I’m too weak now’.
You slowly start to give up.
Not just on yourself, but on life itself.
You just want to stay fallen on the ground forever, thinking of the misery you blamed on someone else.
When you yourself, let it all start out.

You can’t rely on someone else to help you fall everytime you trip.
Because it takes more than one cut to make it show.
It takes more than two cuts to make it bleed.
But it takes more than three cuts to make it heal.

Then it all hits you, death into heaven.
Your feelings of failure start to show in daily behavior.
Your ‘happy-fake’ smile turns to heartless desire
Your breathe-taking moments set your mind on fire.
You set time aside to create messes that aren’t capable of cleaning up.
You beg for another chance, but time just won’t allow enough.

Starting over new isn’t something that comes easy.
It’s okay though, we all want what’s not good for us.
But understanding what isn’t good for us takes courage.
You want something so much what isn’t there.
That you block off the next page that leads to the best chapter.

It’s not feeling the loss of trust you gain.
It’s the fact that you take it in order to feel fame.
It’s the fact that you forgave the pain you encountered, even though it killed you, that same night.
But when you make a one slip, you lose all of your respected balance.
With worst comes the best, and with failure comes success.
Never settle for nothing, just settle for less.

We Try To Make What Isn’t Right, Happen

My body trembles from seclusion
My mind breaks free from isolation
My heart aches with disparity
My soul awakens with the depths of insecurity 
Help me, for I have forsaken the beauties of this desperate mindset.
With this deep disgust of what lies in front of me.
It won’t be alright until the sun rises again.
Until I see the lights of heaven shine from your eyes.
Until your hand fits secretly into mine.
Until we lay our heads on each others hearts, and listen to the beautiful chorus of skips and beats, all of which we had an effect.
God, I let this one go for you.
Now, tell me what I need to do..

Time Isn’t Real

Your face reminds me of the glory of heaven.
When you smile, the clouds break, so the sun sends the warmth of God’s love to shine down on us.
The condensation of the sweat from your forehead, drops to the ground.
You take my hand, and you squeeze it tight.
“I will never let this fail.”
We run through the meadows and jump in the creeks, splashing each other as our laughter echos through the never-ending trees, and we can hear our own heartbeats.
The sensation of this spectacular moment hits me hard.
It was all a dream.
A dream of the future that I pictured with you.
Dreams are never silly; depend on them to guide you.
Guide me to what?
The thoughts in my head are constantly colliding, and none of them make sense.
Hope, love, happiness..it all turns to failure, hate, and disgust.
A broken heart will never mend by itself.
Yet, it can fully heal with God’s power if you let Him.
Everytime your heart breaks, it gets smaller and smaller, and your love grows more shallow.
The way it breaks, causes the world to shatter.
The thoughts and memories I shared with you, they still remain.
The look in your eyes when we would lay next to each other, the sparkle in your eyes,
I can’t stop thinking about that.
It made me believe that God was answering my prayers.
When you have that extreme happiness brought about in your life, and to have it completely ripped away from you is like watching life go on without you.
Like your life is put on pause while everyone else’s is on fastforward.
Where’s the rewind button to Life?
Time’s not real.
It’s an idea.
An idea to help people get by in life.
You’re just an idea.
An idea I wrote down on this piece of scrap paper, that will eventually be ripped up and shreded, thrown away and buried in the ground, because the time I spent with you wasn’t “real.”
It was an “idea.”
An idea that will never be accomplished.

Every Ending Has A New Beginning

Put the pieces of the puzzle back into place.
Don’t try to mess it up again.
It took so long to put it together, but so fast to tear it apart.
The sky shines down on us from Heaven.
Don’t let this one go this time.
Don’t let it fall and break.
One touch can make it shatter.
So fragile and thin, just the warmth of your breath, feels like it’s the only thing that matters.
The tightness of your grip made me feel secure and in place.
I guess every end has a new beginning.
But everything starts where it ends.
Just like these words, these feelings, as I spill them out.
They flow out, with no control.
You can’t control things like these.
Things that aren’t yours to control.
Like the coldness of your glare, and thesenselessness of your touch.
We wrapped ourselves in blankets to prevent this from happening, but you’ve already let it happen.
You didn’t even care if my feet got cold..

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intelligence from your smile creeps slowly down my skin.
It says there’s no way out of this mess.
The stroke of your hand in my hair fades, and I can still smell the burning scent of smoke when I sleep.
I woke up too many times with you next to my side.
It’s hard waking up next to nothing.
There’s no way out of my head this time.
No fear in this mess, you can’t work this out.
The steps you claim to take make me numb.
My heart breaks to pieces as I stand there and watch you.
You look at me as you watch the pieces fall.
Your smile creeps of intelligence.
You blame it all on God..

I just want to be able to fall asleep at night with a smile upon my face.

It’s weird looking at the people who have been successful in their life and wonder ‘How did you get to this point in your life?’ I have too many thoughts about what I want to do with my life. And I’m graduating high school in 26 days. Time goes by too fast, but so slowly.

Another thing; love. What is love? Where do you get it? Where do you find it? How do you know you’ve found it? These questions are a constant annoyance in the back of my mind. I cannot seem to sleep at night, because my mind is off wandering around. Why does love seem to haunt you after you’ve let it go? Why does it keep telling you that you’ve messed up, and that’s why it’s gone? I hate these questions, because I can never find the answer.

Take it all back now

We want this more than anything

But even more to break it apart.

The taste of your lips still linger in my mouth

The graze of your touch keeps me wanting more

I take a look back and I look into your eyes

They burn so invidiously.

Your affectionate words form clouds of condensation

As they pour into my heart, filling it with love.

Complication may affect the forthcoming situations

Will the fear of flying stop this pain from coming?

Will the discussion of consequence allow your mind to have second thoughts?

Will the arms of comfort catch you from falling this time?

We must break through the seams of the unknown and discover

We may reveal feelings under roofs of concealed places.

The movements of secularity ease my soul of what lays within its peripheries.

Only God knows what will happen this time.

Should I ignore the signs and follow the lies,

Or is the other way around the truth that beholds the smile.

A part of me yearns for hope; the other finally releases the bond that’s already been broken.

Is there such thing as mending a broken heart with a deeper wound?

Will forgiveness wipe clean the mess we can’t take back?

These arguments we face claim how we feel

The negotiation comes through and we settle on originality.

Your last breathe contains thoughts of the time that passes us

We’re one step closer that brings us two steps back

You’re catching on to the envious disease that comes naturally to us.

You won’t let go of mistakes I have grown from

Stop letting the eager temptation arouse your mind, interacting with the fake tempo.

We are together, and have formed one; the ship we sail will bring new horizons.

If we can just forget about each quality we lack, we’ll be able to focus on our beauty

The space between our fingers have already enclosed, so close we won’t let go.

Your smile is contagious, remarkable to say.

Late nights relaxed in front seats, embracing the mixture of highs and lows from your car.

Your hand against my face causes warm sensations.

Exposing ourselves, like we’ve never been so comfortable.

I want just one day to pass, without any arguments.

This fantasy is just a dream..