For all I know

For all I know, I'm fine.

Fighting somewhere in between the lines.

For all I know, I'm strong.

Maybe not that much or maybe I'm wrong.

For all I know, I will love.

Perhaps for the better, where feelings don't have to be shoved.

For all I know, some things will always hurt.

As I fall down, get up and dust away all the dirt.

For all I know, this too shall pass.

As it always does, until it lasts.

For all I know, I will know.

All secrets of summer & mysteries that lie under the snow.

For all I know, I will survive.

Through everything, and everyone, I will stand tall and thrive.

City Lights

 City lights makes me wonder, 

Of all the lives that live under.

Do they love the rain or are they scared of the thunder.

As the cloudy skies cover us with no stars to ponder.

The person who loves him

I’m not sure what hurts, the words or the emotions behind them.

Whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Plastering a smile on my face I hold back my tears as they come,

Looking at his gleaming eyes as he goes on with his story about them.

I’m not sure what haunts me, the weight of my unsaid emotions or having to watch him fall for them.

Whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Knowing I have to let go, I still try to hold onto him.

Trying to live my story in all those little moments with him.

I’m not sure what lasts, the pain of never being able to call him mine or knowing with each passing day I’m a day closer to losing him.

I recall it every second, every minute of every day, whenever he talks about the person who loves him.

Even with an aching heart, I hope it finds him.

The epic love story, the happy ending, the unconditional love he claims is yet to reach him. 

I’m not sure what survives, the memories, photos or vague uncaptured moments I have with him.

I hope I’m remembered, he’s remembered & we never escape each other’s lives, as he starts a new life, whenever he talks about the person who loves him.