a-hopeless-romantic

A lone petal falls from the sky, downward, descending upon cold metal, and I rush to catch it, with shaky hands before it settles. It grew on the tallest branch, and bloomed with the smallest chance of life.

Two men walk a dog, the dog in front. They pass a young girl and kiss and embrace next to an old man reading the paper through thick glasses, analyzing careful words obscuring a much more simple world. A man in a suit sits and thinks of his girl, a city apart. Has to go to work and pay the bills. Take out the trash and take his pills. Suffering from a personality disorder. Pills can be paid with money order. Societal mandate, post haste. Cars rush by and life goes on. A man is run over by a speeding car. An ambulance races to cover the corpse, hide the worst, and place personal posessions in proper places. A man wal

I was young and I knew what I saw. I was seven and I played on concrete fields. I ran down asphalt hills, played games with rules And used rocks as tools. My fate was sealed. I was eleven and I still collected bugs, Ran from horrid girls, with all their cooties and hugs. I knew what I saw, and god and parents were the law. My spirit was already broken, though it had never awoken. I knew not of valleys and hills, Freedom and love, friendship and trust. Of choice and truth, reality or lust. Six years later i'd be popping pills. I was young and I knew what I saw; Thirteen years old and all strangers aren't bad. Friends are not won

I'm addicted to that feeling But still, that isn't why I do it If you listen carefully you can still hear my heart beating If I lost control I wouldn't be here My beating heart is my beacon of hope Don't extinguish the flame because it is different Dismiss it because you don't need me