Writing

I'm never letting go of you

it's too late

there's special love I've never felt

and I'm feeling it

secure in your arms

happy with your hand in mine and our faces pressed together

On the horizon is nothing,

But change. 

And this is a nothing

That encapsulates

Everything.

Looking to the future,

The sunsets are a cold

green and blue and purple 

Or did I just wanna be different?

Like an outcast just wishing,

somebody might notice what's wrong with me.

That she looks like a boy and,

she's playing with knives for toys and,

When you forget what you're doing, when you forgot how it goes.

That's what reminds you that you're

getting older, it

can't outweigh the pain of growing up where

just when you have, had enough is when it

When I was 12, 
My favorite pair of shoes 
Also happened to be my only pair of shoes. 

Did you know that
A mayfly lives for less than a day?

Maybe this is selfish of me.
It probably is.

But I'm weak.
I can't handle death.

Not that I'm not thankful for being here
But I'm weak.