One of my best friends brother wrote this for school awhile ago and I just fell in love with it...you have to read it quite a few times to really get it but i thought you guys might appreciate it too...
My Girlfriend just broke up with me and my Tear-stained Sweater is too tight: A tribute to emo
What if I gave everything I’ve got? Is that enough for you or would you take that as a sign that there’s nothing left to go on.
Cause there’s no other way to take this one, the signs have all been passed and the road snakes, with each turn hidden out of sight but always found in plain view.
And the hand right now you’re holding isn’t the one you’ll choose, cause’ indeed the deal switches hands and the outlooks never the same.
Yet the same thing always changes and the scenario would play out, always different from what it was thought to be.
It comes up when the TV’s on and the channels change and the colors flicker but the shadows in the room dominate every waking thought and contain themselves in every lasting memory.
In memoriam I say, and with that one breathe an entire lifetime has passed us by, and if no one had blinked than it’s possible we might have been taken there.
With waking eyes we all see the world yet never together, neither closer apart.
Morning eyes come out of the dark at these times, with their bloodshot backdrops cracked as sidewalks, they’re worse for the wear.
And on Monday evening we would wear our Sundays’ best and eat the leftovers from Tupperware containers with plastic utensils.
With a constant premonition of the things that we laid down behind us we move on.
But is onwards really the direction we really want to go?
Time is of the essence and it’s made of money and that’s the one thing I won’t ever take from you.
But you would take everything I’ve known, like you did before, and you’ll do again, and the timeframe you need is just one heartbeat.
Just know that our picture hangs on the wall, framed, like the most innocent of criminals. The difference here is the burden I carry will always be more than the load you held on your back.
And if we turn back, don’t let it be soon. Cause in worlds we don’t know, soon is infinite, and the grass is always greener on your own side.
In this world the things we all fight for are one sided battles, we bare our teeth at the sky, inch forward, and dig in.
The miles we take are disproportionate to the inches we give, we’d hold on to every last one if we had the choice.
Our grip is loosening with each trickle of sweat from my cold palm.
It’s true that gentleman don’t ask question but each look you give me makes me stumble upon a thousand.
They tangle themselves in clumps and grow like the most unwanted weeds that wind themselves around each other.
The one that reoccurs the most is my wondering of how you’d think he’d be better at doing what I do best.
Because the best was always what I had but it is not what you noticed first.
You know how I do though; this’ll always be the case.
What’s important is I did it like that for myself first.
It’s that one simple rule I always had for me, the ideals I kept helped me get by and what I always needed was that step up.
So I guess you’re just what I needed, that little piece of heartbreak that showed me what life was really like in the real world.
The real world is a place for destitutes, but I won’t ever be one of them, could never be one of them, I dream.
I see my life with the powers of colors and catch phrases, not within my paycheck.
And that’s how it’ll always be, so for tonight you might have to take a rain check.
It wouldn’t be a long walk over here, with your collar up and the rain coming down, with the street lights flickering, and the cars crashing.
You’d have to do alot of catching up to get to me.
But I know you; you’d see the trip unworthy so I’m not asking you to make it.
What I am asking of you now is to make something of yourself.
More so make something of what we left, even if it is burned timbres and bloody noses, it’s something to build upon.
You know if you asked it of me I’d bleed the deepest shade of crimson, without one question or word of complaint.
But you burned that bridge when you walked out the door, and I’d make you jump through rings of fire if you ever tried to find your way back in.
Don’t worry, I promise to leave the light on.
omg thats awesome, thats probably one of the best pieces of writing i have ever read, wow hes really really talented, i love it
I know...like hes emo and everything and he seems the type to do bad in school, like stoner and everrything...but then i found out that hes won tons of awards for writing and stuff and hes like top in his class for creative workshop. Shows not to judge a book by its cover
definitely, i know wat u mean
Your friend is very good writer.
