you are missed

you are noticed
you are loved

you are missed

even though
i know
you're having fun

even though
i know
you'll come back
soon

your presence
(so constant and calm)
is not felt

your voice
(so caring and kind)
is not heard

it's quiet in the corner
where you stood

and lived
and loved
and laughed

come back
and be with us
again

you are missed

(soon)

for the worst

it started sketchy
then you filled in
the blanks

vowing your love
as long as i
told you everything

and i told you
everything

baring my soul
night after night

you took from me
my problems
and gave to me
your solutions

lecturing me
over and over
about what i
must do

for the best

but somewhere
along the line
your words took
a turn

for the worse

and you started
magnifying the
darknesses that
i tried to hide

telling me
over and over
what i must do

to end it all

and i followed
your steps
to the letter

spelling out
my life before
my eyes

wishing and hoping
it didn't have to be
this way

but it was better
this way

you told me so
and i believed

(the end)

too soon?

you have

that shine in your eyes

like she did

like she did

when you look at me
sidewise

like she did 

like she did

you laugh
in that familiar tune

like she did
like she did

when you hear me holler
at the moon

...but is it too soon?

shouldn't i be immune
to love right now?

shouldn't i be living
in a tomb right now

with her?

sometimes all i
see is the her in you

it makes me want to run

like i did
like i did

when she first walked my way

(stay)

the limit

what happens 

when even just a little word

makes it all bad?

what does it mean

when just a movement

leads to sadness?

what was once 

excitement

has turned into

a chore

and what once 

was forever

is now 

nevermore

it all changed

with goodbye

didn't it?

that was the limit

to happiness

and uncertainty

(flee)

the end

the end
can be like the beginning

sudden and
spontaneous

full of the spirit
that you once loved
(but grew to hate)

the parting
can be unnoticed

subtle and sustaining

a disintegration
that sneaks up on you
in your lonely night

the silence
can be like thunder

rumbling and
rebellious

reminding you
how close you
once were

to the everything
that was
before he whispered

goodbye

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-30

too much

i can't flex

without hitting my head

on the ceiling

i'm too big

for this world

i can't think

without causing a commotion

in the room

i'm too bad

for this world

i can't tell you 

how i feel

show you 

what i see

let you in

on what becomes me

without tearing 

myself apart

in agony

i'm too real 

for you

i'm too dead

for me

(go)

in the dark

was ready
to let go

was ready
to break free
from me

for you

was hoping
i could bare my soul

however old

in hopes to
feel again

foolish heart
led me astray

to what i thought
was you

beckoning me on

now i sit
in darkness
again

a novelty
i'm used to

and yet
if you lit up
again

i'd follow

who knows
why

no butterfly
ever lasted
so long

so long
so long

(close)