After all, how often do we get a second chance?

That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? ...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

It was love because it was worth it.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.