I never know quite what to say
when people ask about you.
"Tell me about this new guy,"
they'll ****, curious as to who
has brought about this change in me. 

But how do I explain you to them?
Do I tell them you're the most
flawless amalgamation of parts
I've ever witnessed? That my soul 
recognized yours within seconds
and I was comfortable enough
to let you sew me back whole again?

I can't describe you adequately,
but I can guess that they see,
can tell by the change in me,
that baby, you're perfect for me.

I'm tired of feeling pulled 
in ten different directions 
by all these expectations 
and never knowing just
who I'm supposed to listen to. 
I want to live for myself
and make my own decisions,
but I've never really risen
to the occasion when it counted. 
What I am good at, though,
is letting myself be controlled
by the wishes of others. 
I guess I'm just inadequate,
my efforts never suffice
when I'm left to my own devices.

I stand in the Garden of Evil
Grinning in satisfaction
That you have to be with me
Though I hear your silent pleas
Staring in to those eyes
Soundless screams evokes
From within a place deep.
I watch the scars form
Visible remnants of my sin
But still I refuse to let go
And give you the peace I seek.
The blackness rising up
Inside us and around our bodies
I grin again, the malice in it
Reaching my eye
As you stare at me, gaping
Begging me to let this end.
I stop it all, give you breath
Deceit slowly filling my bone
Mysterious malignancy
I feel my internal grimace
Only to feel it rise again
My true evil reflecting in your eyes.
I could set you free, easily
But the darkness has taken me
Shivering in its clutches
I do its evil bidding
Not caring that it is you I hurt.
Lashing out with power,
The ability to destroy
Swirling ash envelops us
This time your screams are clear
Audible, and I sense fear.
We both fear who I am now
Too far gone to realize
The struggle has ended
Within my gleeful soul I dance
The darkness will commence.

I'm uncomfortable with everything,
lying here on your floor
at four in the morning
     in my world of blah. 
I've been awake for hours,
listening to your sounds…
     the breaths in
                     and out. 
And I just want to cuddle up,
push my back against your chest
     and feel my head rest 
     in its rightful place. 
But there's no room for me. 
     …story of my life.

You said I broke your heart
     when I decided to leave,
but baby you broke mine
     every single day I stayed.
I couldn't stand by
     watching as you sat there,
     your soul collecting dust.
I'd beg you for more, to BE more,
     but my pleas went unnoticed.
So I cried silently to myself,
     crimson tears
     leaking from my veins.
And now,
     now that I've finally gone,
you've awakened to shudder
     off that layer of dust.
Tell me, baby,
     how could I be the one
     to break your heart
when I was obviously
     so irrelevant
     to your motivations.
Tell me, baby,
     why you didn't notice me
     bleeding, begging
     for your attention.
Tell me, baby,
     why was I not enough?

Have you ever met a stranger
       and known them instantly?
Because baby,
       that's how I feel about you.
That serendipitous meeting
       was actually a long time coming,
       dear.
Because baby,
       I think our souls danced
       many times before our eyes
       chanced upon one another.
Escaping away
     to take solar strolls
         and traipse along the moon,
                   dancing within the stars
                                                     together.
And baby,
       our fortuitous discovery
       of each other wasn't chance at all,
but the opportunity for our souls
       to rejoice in puerile glee
       knowing their person had finally
       found their soul's one true match.

Forgive my hands
for their wandering ways. 
It's simply that I could spend
the rest of my days
exploring every part of you. 
Running my fingertips
gently across your skin
just to feel the sensation 
of you over and again.