Are our stories; our lives

Already “written in the stars”?

I tell myself 

That can’t be true

I tell myself

That everything is going to be fine

When honestly I have no clue

I tell myself

Lies and empty promises, empty words

To make myself feel better

There is so much pain in love

& so much longing in laughter

Eyes full of sorrow,

Tears of regret

I miss the old me

The girl I am no longer

What I would give to travel back in time

To give myself some good advice

Tell the girl I used to be

Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing

The person I have become

Was formed by her parents,

Carved by her teachers,

Constructed and cut and whittled and built

By her peers,

By her friends,

By sticks and stones and words and

I have always been there,

Through thick and thin

I will always be here,

Through time and time again

A sturdy shoulder to lean on,

A strong hand to hold

But sometimes I might need one

I’m only human, after all

I sometimes lie awake at night 

Rethinking my past, overthinking my future

They say “nothing lasts forever”

But maybe that’s not true

Maybe some things last forever

Like maybe me and you?

Somebody once said to me, a long time ago,

“Trust the universe. If you never try, then you’ll never know”

So here’s to the fools who hope,

Here’s to the ones who dream

Here’s to the folks who know how to love

And to the ones who deem

So many, worthy of their trust

I do not know how you do it

What if, what if, what if

How much do you regret?

They say "live your life like there's no tomorrow"

But what if my youth fails me and I move too slow?

Failure is always an option, just never the right one

It's a bruise that stains your skin, never permanent

Unlike the history in my head 

and my bones 

and my soul 

Kids my age shouldn't be this tired

But society's really taken its toll 

We've all cried, lied,

And cheated

We've all felt scared, broken,

And defeated

I've felt lonely even when another person was standing right there beside me

It wasn't enough

The presence of another is sometimes overwhelming 

But sometimes it's not enough 

Silence can be suffocating 

To drown in your own thoughts

If I go out, when I go out

I want to be a version of myself that would like me if I met me

What I would give to travel forward in time

To give myself some good advice

Tell the woman I'm going to be

Maybe trust isn’t such a bad thing

The person I will become

Will have been raised by her parents,

Taught by her teachers,

Loved and hurt and respected and teased

By her peers,

By her friends,

By neighbors and co-workers and cousins and

I have always been there,

Through the good nights and the bad

I will always be here,

One of your oldest comrades

I'm just a phone call away

I'll be your sun on a cloudy day 

But sometimes I might need one

I’m only human, in the end

I sometimes lie awake at night 

Overanalyzing my past, reevaluating my future

They say “magic isn't real”

But maybe that’s not true

Maybe it exists

Like maybe for us two?

Somebody once said to me, quite some time ago,

“These are the good old days. If you don't enjoy 'em now, you never will”

So here’s to all the emotions written so plainly on your face,

Here’s to those moments where words just don't reach

Here’s to the feel of your fierce embrace

And to the tears shed while watching the sun set at the beach