Once upon a time...

Door to door with the wounded ones
House of bashed in walls
DOA rammed his head into doors
Yelling out loud, painting the streets
Legendary years loaded with faith
Happy Birthday! A spanking
Rage doesn't know foreign lingo
I loved that!

Dudes whimpering like dogs
Dogs fighting like dudes
A pitbull's jaw was smacking
Tons, gangs, sounds in a dream
Love only existed in movies
We didn't see them
We burned cinema seats
For the love of the wounded ones

i think about you every now and then
but im so scared to say your name
i think about you every now and then
i wonder if you feel the same
ive loved you forever it feels
and ill love you forever more
my heart is yours
but unfair i cant give it to you
in a mental prison of my own creation
i am shackled within my own incompetencies
i am remorseful and disturbing
i myself do not love me as you do
but i know what you need
and i do too
but i dont think i can give it to you
it may be yours but other people need it more

you
       unloved me
so quickly
     i cant help
       but to wonder
  if i was ever
    real
       or if you just

I don't miss people
I miss the parts of me I gave them

You and I
have a story
behind closed doors,
sneaking at night,
stealing kisses,
secretly holding hands.

But you and I
both know
this story
shall never be told
not even to a single soul.

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.