Everything's a Story

I sometimes wonder,
If you felt like me,
Alone and 18,
Standing with you.

I remember being younger
and missing you terribly
and the world made no sense
now I’m older
and you are gone from me
and the world is the same

High School Parking Lot

Oh how I needed a guiding light,
And you were shining like The North Star.
Your hair as curled as my heart knotted,
Playing music in your car.

I never felt less alone
With our fingers interlaced.
As we talk about the others
That we’ve recently replaced

Your eyes tell me a story,
As I lean in for a kiss
And I pray to God you’re not someone
That I ever have to miss

Then you sigh and say your happy,
More than you’ve ever been.
And even if your feelings change,
I know you meant it then.

Madeline

I stumble upon my inner demons
When I’m gazing at your frame.
Though it’s he who wakes each morning
And on his phone rests your name.
It’s difficult to calm my head
With your photograph in sight
Because a forehead kiss was as close I got
To holding you at night.
It’s clear your hand avoided mine
As if I was someone you never knew
There are clearly pieces of my soul
I had always saved for you.
You were nothing but a young mans dream,
Not a soulmate sent from above,
But it’s obvious that a heart can break
From someone it never loved.

One of Many

I am increasingly aware of these hauntings,
And that the monster in my closet is Life.
A raging monster slaying the optimist in me,
Idealism becomes a blanket to the beast
Hiding me from sight but not detection.
How easy sheets fall
And I find my self yet again face to face.
My hopes torn asunder by cries of his unfairness
But I know far better.
For Life is a monster, But even he is afraid
Of the people that make him that way.
And I’m just another one.