Am I selfish or are you?
Cant you see that I handle things different than you do?
Why do you conspire to do things the way I dont want to?
You bring up things just because they do not suit you
Just cause I dont see things the way you do
You and I are different and Im fine with it but are you?
Maybe thats how you dont see it but I do
Maybe I dont understand but you dont either
Not the way I do.
Everytime I feel like something is right you bring up old wounds
Wounds that make me feel like I was the one who did it to you.
And maybe to you its true.
I am the monster thats scarred you
If so why are you with me?
Why am I with you?
Why am I the monster?
If im the monster who are you?
My hostage? My lover?
How am I to live with the things I do?
Knowing that whatever I do Ill hurt you
You say that the good times are much more than the bad
And yet why are the bad times that are so true?
And just maybe it isnt all that comes to your mind but for me its not true
They haunt my thoughts
Give me nightmares
Everytime you bring them up
It makes me believe that I am the monster thats scarred you.
Ive come to believe that I am the monster to you
And maybe its really true
Am I safe enough to be with you?

Hey, are you there?
I'm looking at you from the corner
From across the room
Almost stalking
can you see me?

Love is acceptance. Him melding into her and her melding into him. Love is opening up to each other and not being embarrased about the fact that they're in love.
Love is affection. Holding hands and cuddling with each other. Lookin into each other and saying "I love you".
Love is knowing. Knowing that he will be there for her and she for him. Knowing that they'll be together even in death.
Love is letting go. Letting go of fear and showing who you are; knowing that you'll be loved none the less.

She caresses my face with her soft arm. Her cool touch on my face, I fail to notice my shriveled bony hands tracing up her caressing arm as she brings her beautiful expressionless face close to mine, her cool breath on my lips. Her crimson lips, pale snow white skin, her sharp pointed nose. The last thing I see is my reflection on her pitch black eyes, still as water. My hollow sunken eyes, protruding cheekbones greet me as my vision darkens and feel myself slipping away. My consciousness fades as I stare into those still light less eyes. I breathe my last as I stare into her eyes; into death's eyes.

Heartbeats echoing
In the blanket of silence
A spark in the chambers
Shrouded by darkness

Whispers of your name
Lingering in the wind
Bringing me warmth
Amongst the hazy tint

The breaking of dawn
The first breath of life
The twinkling tear drops
Replacing the starry sky

Hints of your presence
Lurking in the shadows
Guiding me home
Away from my sorrows

Though maybe this may be no one’s fault
I can’t help but blame myself
Because I know an equation is never really the same
When another variable comes in

Memories of you
Come barging in like flood waters
Every day when I walk that lane,
One which I’ll never walk with you

Passing the trees that grow by the side
That change every season
How we used to wonder about them,
Now will never be the same, not without you

The brown leaves in autumn that magically
Covered the way like carpet for you
Will never be seen, only dead leaves
For the carpet was there, only for you

The branches that reached out
To cover you from the falling snow
Look all sad and cold,
Now that they will never see you

Your melodious laughter
That used to blend with the singing birds
Are now filled with silence
Like the times I call out to you

The flowers in the spring,
Those were colourful and full of life
Are now bleached and faded
Like me, they miss the presence of you

I remember fooling around in the summer
Under the shade of the trees
But now they’redark and held by ghosts of my soul,
For you aren’t here to be the light

All these memories will never come true
And this lane I’ll never walk with you
That which was lovely, now so dark and cold
These lanes, they miss the light
They miss you...
I miss you