Emotional bus ride

One month,
it's been one month since I last saw you.
I remember the denim jacket and converse shoes,
your long wavy brown hair and stunning smile too.
With a voice that still echoes,
you told me everything was alright.
Oh how I wanted to believe it,
I wished for it to be true.
The result was not surprising,
it wasn't,
you lied.

The last farewell this winter brought

And just like that, you're gone,
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Honestly I miss you,
Nothing I do can bring you back,
But I'm thankful for giving me the chances I once had.

Truly alone

With a wish to feel happiness,
with a wish to see your face once again,
I feel as if I'm alone, put up against the world.

With memories of those high school days,
with memories of the sickening feeling called love,
I long for the day of the end.

Nothing I do or say,
nothing will stop this pain,
such a long and lonely road through the night.

Wasting everything I have,
wasting the time I once longed for,
now I know what it means to be truly alone.

Pale beauty

White as the cold snow,
pure and gentle is your touch,
you are a blessing.

Shamelessly destroying our fantasies

Hiding from the truth,
as if fear comes with it.
Not much can be done,
much less said in the present,
what we all want is not all that pleasant.
Cursing the sentences that debunk our lies,
we watch as another child's fantasy dies.

Hope for another shot at life

Shot after shot,
you miss your own heart.
Trying to end it all,

just because of one missed call.
Your life is worth so much more,

it's not worth giving up because of that stupid old bore.

Don't you know,

he is a man-whore,
he is not someone you should adore.
Open your eyes,
and look around,

you'll miss the fun,

and I'll miss your beauty.
When everything is done,

you'll be happy for what once had to come. 

Absence

Torn pages,
words unspoken.
Thoughts undeveloped,
feelings being neglected.
I've turned into a creature I can't understand.
I've turned into something I cannot stand.