you are my sweetest downfall
but what I failed to realize until now
is that it is all bittersweet
the truth and everything it believes in
has surrendered it's self to this moment
to make you and i believe
that this, you and i,
we as a collective being,
our, this, whatever this is,
that it is real,
and it is worth it.

‘The world around me
All this random stuff getting hurled around me
People getting burned around me
Life seems pretty hard… around me
I’m the observer, that fly on the wall
The observer, still on the wall watching everything around me crumble
Watching everyone fall
The one that’s unnoticeable, like the extra in a movie
A constant extra though, immovable… as much as these events really move me
I watch and wait…
And wait for what?
A change, I think
I think I’ll change…
Tact
And do something about it
But will it really make a difference?
My Input that is
Or, will it make no difference?
Would everything remain the same, with or without it?
I still sit still on the wall, if flies can do that, ‘sit’ on a wall
Considering moving over to the windowsill and watching this downfall
Of society, of the world around me
Financial downfall as well as social, not to mention moral
On second thought, maybe I’ll just hang back... and do nothing at all
For if I have learned anything from our leaders, it is that
Any input is…
Optional
Seasonal
Not to mention conditional
For to do anything about this without any profit or benefit in sight…
Well, that would just be plain impractical.’

He thought I wrote of fairy tales.
Tales of temptation that would lead to his downfall.
If only he saw that the tales were true and I
Never promised perfect
I never wrote of it either.
I wrote of my passion, and of my pain
Just showing how I felt
I never expected him to feel some type of way
He flirted with my fairy tale
But he was timid with the temptation
He feared the mess our now could make
How it could change, interfere, and influence his forever
Although he triggered it all
He pulled me in for the first kiss
He was his own downfall

Fiery mind
or icy veins
can be a downfall all the same
Cold heartedness
or burning passion
can lead to similar dissatisfaction
As the storm clouds start to form
my blood simmers to lukewarm
all that I was fighting for
doesn't matter anymore
I must disown the love I sworn
for this dysfunctional repertoire

She was a lost girl, riddled in a lost world, wondering what was up or down. And I knew the path she might've taken if it weren't for my mistakes. I loved her, honestly I did. Without control or any logic in my mind I wanted her to be mine. But she ran like a little scared deer, a fawn in the woods. I had nothing but a bow. With my arrow I withdrew and shot that pure heart of gold. She fell to me, and I was her downfall ready to slaughter. Oh that pure fairy that lay there with her broken wings. How foolishly I strung my bow so quick. Love was our folly and I was a fool lost to it's power. How dangerously I licked the flames of those lips. To poisonous for my mouth to grip, I was overtaken with a lust I could not contain. I was so confused and then shot with pain. How could I let love take on me this way. My brain died and my heart was fried, I'm a lover lost to his own demise. And we fought and cursed each other with words we can't deny. I left her. With the arrow still within the blades of her shoulder, never to return again, but forever she'll have my heart and my bow. Never will I string another arrow.

I hope her love for you is your downfall.
I hope it changes something in you
that no one has ever made you feel before
but at the end
i hope she leaves you
so you can see how good you had it
when she was around
that the absence left in your heart makes you feel the pain
she felt every time you chose some one else
instead of her

He was the stone pillar, steadfast in its footing
and I lingered behind, a forlorn afterthought
caught between the edges of his shadows
and the faint traces of light, which he kept
hidden - his attempts were noble (not foolproof);
who would have foreseen such a downfall?

Standing on the edge of something miraculous,
quiet truths being to disentangle themselves,
seeking solace in the knowing, the known -
unbeknownst to all else

Somewhere in a curious happenstance,
he (soft-spoken scientist) discovers
the wrath of that which had been relentless
(for far too long) in the rapid demolition
of his own cells, still eager to contribute
to the fragile whole - an unforgiving realm

Divide and conquer, you shall
multiply transgressions - we shall
relinquish the sum of all that you are,
were, and could ever hope to be.

My mother hid all your pictures.
It’s a new era, she breathed.

The silence held more truth.