Title and repeating line inspired by a flyer on campus that said there was a bake sale "At the end of the bridge." A little something about James. I really can't think of much to say about it. It's what you think it's about.

At the end of the bridge, I'm standing.
Open, for all the world to see.
Arms wide I release myself to you.
A silent plea escapes these pale, blue lips,
As I yearn for change.
Lead me away from mediocrity.
Help me discover a side I've longed to embrace.
Take my hand, free me, don't let me fall.

My hands tremble and grow numb.
Afraid of this transition, of destiny, of you,
To make myself vulnerable to you, without fear that you'll let go.
Are you different?
Equipped with the ability to see my true self.
Could you be the one to disrupt this noise that courses through my head?
And patch this broken smile with yours.
Only yours...

Teetering on the edge, these frozen feet may slip.
Grasping for anything tangible to keep my balance firm.
I'm reaching out for you, screaming out for you.
Accept me, notice me, I'm yours...
Standing on the end of the bridge.

I cut my hand once when I was with him. That's what it's based on. It left a scar. It's more a mental one than anything else. It reminds me of him everytime I look down.

I never knew its origin,
The cut that left this scar.
I glanced down and watched as the blood coursed down my palm, cross my arm.
I saw the remnants of the stain in an identical placement on yours,
Left over from our hand's embrace.
The blood flowed freely as did my heart for you.
But as the flow ceased, my heart did not.

The scar shines bright today.
Screaming its history to all who listen, belting a ballad full of lies.
A ghost of all we once were, a constant reminder of what we could be.
An obtrusive mark that refuses to let the past remain.
And I can't block you out.
No matter how hard I try.
My mind always comes back to you...

About you. I miss you...

The scent of you has long evaporated
From the patterned shirt you left behind
Yet I sometimes find myself clutching the fabric,
As if you're still apart of it
Searching for a shred of the past
From a life I once felt

In my mind, old photographs of time play out in faint flashes and flicks
And once again you're standing there
Hands stuffed into those weather worn khakis, that boyish smirk upon your lips
Standing there like this could last forever
Standing there like it would all be okay
In the middle of the airport waiting room, you take my hand as we count the planes overhead

My tears caress your shoulder
You attempt to dry them with lies
I'm too in love to second guess,
As you promise me the world
Your kisses reaked of poison
Looking back I wonder how didn't choke
It all came so easy to you
Like you'd broken someone's heart before

Dancing over phonelines
Breath blending through wires
I fell in love with a boy who looked like you
Maybe I'm still falling...

The plane flew away with my heart inside
Never to touch ground again...

I can't sleep anymore. And when I do it's plagued with unknown nightmares. This tells the story of my fight with myself to fall into unconsciousness.

The darkest of dreams have haunted me as of late
And I have fallen into them without resistance
My eyes have long grown heavy
Breathing scarcely audible amidst the whirring of the fan blades
The solace I yearn to reach does not come with ease

I long to shut out this reality and live amid another
A place where you'd exist and never thought of leaving me behind
A place where you'd view me bathed in a loving light
A place where darkness has no power
A place of love
And in this place you would love me...

But this destination is just out of reach
Stretching with fingers wide, I try to touch its vast boundaries
I always fall short
Cries descend upon newly deafened ears
And I fail, like always.

I do not journey to this far away land of perfection
My feet stay cemented to the floor of this fucking wasteland I call life
Where each day becomes more meaningless than the one before
And monotony a constant companion

Tossing and turning in this queen sized casket
I dwell on everything
Every bad thought, feeling, event floods my brain
And I am helpless against them
I pray for death
Scream for death
Anything to cease this clutter coursing through my body
Anything to erase this life
Anything to find release

Inspired by the short story "The Worn Path" by Eudora Welty. Okay, well just the premise was inspired by it. It's about him. Of course. I wish I could talk to him, tell him how I feel...

The path is worn, I've traveled before.
The faces are far too familiar.
I stand stunned.
Frozen from fear, captured by the unknown.
My head screams for motion but from my limbs there's no reply.
Standing at the fork, confronting your likeness, words cease to appear.
I yearn to profess these emotions to you, in witty song or verse.
Exclaim in the loudest of voice all the thoughts that reside in the recesses of my head.
To question how you feel for me or if you love at all...

It burns within me, these feelings, these thoughts.
Tossing and turning, they haunt me in sleep.
Dreams of you tempt me.
I see you, touch you, taste.
The ghost of a kiss resides long after the dawn.
I wake alone.
Like the day before.
Each day dying a little more.
This is my doing, my suicide.
I am consumed.
I am gone.