Walking on memories to skeptisize a compliment.

Being the Rock on Which you Stand.

I will admit that I certainly regret sending the text. With a smiley face at the end. It should be a frown. But I thought it was a smile. I am sure you did too.

If I knew what I knew ten minutes later-- I wouldn't have.

I thought it was intentional. The way it happens.

Rarely do I meet someone and want so badly to be the light that changes the dark of their barrier.

The thorn in his flesh,

the blank stair of dismal gray under her long bangs.
Peering through to be seen.

You're still trouble in my green eyes as I force myself to ignore all that breaks you.

I remember hearing the kid blare the song on his guitar in a distance as you kissed my forehead.
You said you loved me. I know that. I believed it. I think I might still. Not sure.

I was not in my place.

lines that I can't change.

I was lost.

crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed.

I was scared Tired and underprepared.

But how long was I going to wait and pay for it.

If you go. don't leave me here down on my own.

then I'll wait for you.

I heard him singing it.

I don't know today if I regret giving you my trust. I think I do.
yes, I know I do.

I will forget about it and you will too.

but how can I when every time I hear a Cold Play song I think too much.

And someday, when I meet someone who says they like the way I laugh at knock-knock jokes
I will believe him... even if it is fool hardy.

Because what is life if you are walking on your memories to skeptisize a compliment?

It's like being stuck in reverse.

Tears streaming down my face.
I've lost something.. can't replace it.

Loved someone and it went to waste.

It can't be worse.

But I would welcome being fixed. and what lights are going to guide me home.

(On the airplane I sat by a young kid who got nervous and started blurting video game music... he was biting his fist trying not to do this. "Pow" "beep doeepp" I sent a text mentioning it. By the end of the fight.. I realized his plight. Hurt at knowing his potential is lost in a inhibition of blurts. Sad)