your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Full of pain and can't release,
Open deep with in.
Thoughts that filled her piece by piece,
What breaks the skin…

Cut so deep to let it out,
For those emotions that sprout.

What is love?
A strong affection for something?
An uncontrollable sensation?
No, it's life or death.
A 50/50 chance.
Black or white.
Good or bad.
We have no control over love,
Love is love.
It controls us,
It chooses us,
It can help us,
It could **** us…
But love… is love.

When you feel left out
or even down.
A release of doubts
bring it around.

You feel truly weary,
and everything's dead...
No more being cherry,
but...upset instead.

A person can change in an instant.
Like the snap of your fingers.
The click of a camera can change that.
It holds that memory.
A photo can’t… won’t change, unlike people.
That’s why we hold on to those memories...those photos… those moments.

Your tired but you can’t sleep,
Something doesn't want you to.
You blink and everything changes.
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feel like days.
Time passes,
It moves on without you.
Your tired but you can’t sleep.