The point of no return.

You walked away.
Little did you know that with a few steps
You could ruin it all.
Just a stroll down the way
would take back everything we worked for.
Everything i loved.
It was just another little fight,
you thought.
But to me itw as the straw that broke the camel's back.

It's what fits me best. Don't blame me.

I wear "safety shoes"
And "caution t-shirts."
I paid fifty bucks for my "security coat,"
and my "protection hat" was a gift.
I proudly sport my "careful scarf"
along with my "concerned earmuffs."
So, go ahead,
make fun of my wardrobe.
It's not my fault my "scaredy pants"
fit me best.

Advertisements.

"If you were a billboard,
what would you promote?"
Failure
plastered itself on my page.
It wasn't me that wrote it,
I swear.
I looked down again and there danced
Denial.
What was going on?
Lies! I thought to myself.
But then it occurred to me
that these were actually
subliminal truths.
My subconscious held me hostage
and my pen went on a frenzy.
INSECURE
UNHAPPY
REJECTED
FORGOTTEN
WORN OUT
PESSIMISTIC.
Was that really me?
My defining characteristics?
The words glided from my pen
onto my paper
as if i was writing
my very own name.
My mind snapped back to its duties of
dishonesty and trickery
when my teacher asked what I had written.
"Confidence"
i said with a grin.

Riches

My silence is meant to be your punishment,
but in reality,
it's more like a reward.
You hurt me,
I go silent.
You don't have to sit and listen
to my nagging voice
or my restless tears.
They say silence is golden.
If that is so,
you must be the richest man alive
for all the times you've hurt me.

Invisible?

I'm quiet,
not blind.
I can see the wonder in your eyes
and the curiosity in your tone.
She flaunts her beauty
and desire fills your soul.
But I stand silent.
Although you're clearly missing view of me,
I see it all,
I hear it all,
Worst of all,
I feel it all.
I feel it because that's what you once had for me.
Now it's hers.
You are hers.
She got your laughs,
your tears,
you love.
It was mine.
Snatched up from right under me.
Must be like taking candy from a baby.

Hollywood

The spotlight is on you, Hollywood.
Play your play,
act your act,
sing your song,
dance you dance.
All eyes on you.
Imperfection ever so evident
under the microscope of judgement.
Lovers love,
Haters hate.
Take your bow,
the deed is done.
The light blinds your eyes
and you can't see out
but remember, your critics
are anything but
blind.

Dance

this dance we do
is an artwork all it's own.
i smile,
you take my hand.
you lead,
i follow.
i fall,
you catch.
the steps laid out ahead of us
to dance into.
but one wrong rhythm set to your foot
could lead you to breaking the strokes
in which we use to create.
Now, the masterpiece is just a picture,
the dance just a movement.