You hold onto me, lest I slip away,
I can feel your fear vibrating against my body,
Your lips begging me to forever stay,
As if deeming me strong enough to remain.

But I am slipping.

Finger by finger,
I pull away,
And finger by finger,
I might not stay.

Time will tell this story,
Just wait and see it be created.
The ending of this story, good or bad
Has always been fated.

I am slipping.

Finger by finger,
I pull away,
And finger by finger,
I might not stay.

Summer's wind,
It chills my ear.
Autumn's breeze,
It cools my cheek.

Things have unraveled in front of us now,
The stars hover over our heads,
Forever has become our sacred vow.

Winter's breeze,
It cools my cheek,
Spring's wind,
It chills my ear.

This life is ours to build,
We start with small bricks,
In order to live our lives fulfilled.

Wind all-year-round,
Gusts at all times,
The passage of time's bell,
Continues to chime.

On this lonely night,
My mind travels to the past.
Why didn't it work?
Why didn't it last?

A whole year later,
Your name is still on my lips.
I hold it in but
Sometimes it slips.

Do you remember the beginning,
When we talked all day?
We would last forever.
That was what we'd say.

You were my peace,
My solace, and my rock.
We thought it would endure,
Could outlast the clock.

Love morphed to resentment,
Trust, to deceit.
Reassurance to fear,
Endurance to defeat.

People change,
But I thought we'd change together.
Our resolve blew away like
The wind tosses a feather.

I don't know how to believe in love.
I thought I had it.
I thought I had you.
I thought that we fit.

How can I trust myself,
When I was so wrong?
Five years with you
Didn't even seem long.

I hope you are well,
And that you know,
I'll love you forever,
Wherever you go.

Everything turns to dust someday.
We learn to hang from a thread.
Everything will fall apart someday.
We stifle tears when we lie in bed.

If you believe in the Christian God,
Then he made us from dust.
Science declares the same thing,
That we were made from dust.

From dust we came,
And dust again we will be.
That is the truth,
One day you will see.

There will be little left,
Of you or me.
Our bodies will come to rest,
Our souls finally free.

Frostbite fingertips, chilly they are,
Far more appealing than the faraway stars.
That's why my eyes turn to you during winter night,
Your frostbite fingertips, caressing my cheek are light.

Just as dreams are for dreamers, love is for lovers,
And that passionate feeling around us hovers.
Others doubt, but the stars above know,
When compared to our passion, dim is their glow.

Your fingertips, cold on this snowy night,
Rejuvenate me and emblazon my life with light.
If hypothermia were to claim me now,
I hope others wouldn't long ponder how.

I'll lose myself in you any day of the year,
Even during winter, you resolve my fear.

There are many things to desire,
In this world of frost and fire.
I know not where to look,
Who is friend, who is liar.

Many paths exist, calling my name,
Some born in modesty, some in fame.
Despite this, I ignore them all,
Buried deep within my shame.

Flowery words convey humanity,
Sometimes describe sanity,
Sometimes evoke vanity,
Hold no place for profanity.

But, tonight, all I can say is *******.

My mind is on fire,
And I'm out of control.
The choices I make
Wreak a heavy toll.

You learn in life that
No one gives a ****.
You learn that in the end,
You're **** out of luck.

People are full of empty promises,
All talk and no action.
Dividing you into broken
******* factions.

No more mincing words,
I am ******* ******.
Your lack of transparency
Will not be missed.

Goodbye,
I hate you.
Thanks for nothing.

I have not endured the greatest tragedies,
Which adorn the pages of history in black ink,
But I do know what heartbreak is,
How it feels to fall apart and sink.

Few would be allowed to bleed their emotion,
Were we to compare our struggles to those.
Each experience deserves notice,
Even those struggles of which few know.

Words are for all of us.
Engage in this art.
Sometimes it will be how
You do not fall apart.

I weep for the children,
Nurtured in denial;
Taught to hate themselves,
As if living were a trial.

They say be yourself,
But don't be too bold.
You can express yourself,
But please fit our mold.

We love you unconditionally,
Unless you are gay.
For that is sinful,
You will surely pay.

Hypocrites raising children,
Are like a hammer to glass.
Destined to devastate,
Destined to smash.

I love him. I love his heart. He, like so many people in this world, has been beaten down and forced to harden his shell. He strangles his emotions and locks them under key, and how am I, me, supposed to fix that? I'm the same way. I drift so emptily through my life because of uncontrollable strife and I... I just don't know how to regain a sense of purpose, feel some motivation, muster the ability to have some sort of elation. My pen used to bleed for me but now my skin is what's bleeding and I'm just so hurt and unhappy with the life that I'm hardly leading. I'm not a painter and I can't turn this ruby red blood into a painting, but I can write about it, record it, instead of under the pressure fainting. I'll do my best to stand strongly for him, for if we don't have each other, we have nothing. Maybe we can help each other blossom again, and be as healthy and pure and whole and perfect as we once were. I imagine it's possible, just difficult, to survive this; but a future with him is one I don't wish to miss.

The fire of our hearts,
It burned us to ashes.
We sobbed into our hands,
Tears hanging from our lashes.

Your tears stirred sorrow in me,
To see you torn up tore me down.
It made a whole calamity of feelings
Spur up and become found.

Now, I don't know what we are,
Or even how to advance.
I'm sorry that I went along,
I'm sorry I danced that dance.

We fell in love with the flames that crackled from within us,
Not understanding what we were delving into,
Nor what could happen as a result of our love.

We fell in love with the passion
That unfolded in front of us, so abstract and foreign
To our young minds.

We fell in love with each other and
Started making our way toward truly understanding
Real love in all of its glory.

im going insane
i cant feel the pain
theres nothing to gain
blood is a stain
how do i refrain

You are done breaking my heart.
Whether or not you realize this,
It does not matter.
I am not yours to tatter.

You will not hurt me any more.
You have proven your weakness,
And shown that you couldn't care less.
Whatever, I'll find peace in this mess.

When I close my eyes, I see faces of people who have left.

I see smiles.
I see memories.
I see leaf piles.
I see passion.
I see small towns.
I see compassion.
I see rosy cheeks.
I see bonfires.
I see happy weeks.

When I open my eyes, I see the faces of those remaining.

I see tears.
I see decline.
I see fears.
I see locked doors.
I see alcohol.
I see unfamiliar floors.
I see red lines.
I see broken homes.
I see dark times.

Our faces are masks under our control,
That either share emotion or keep it from foe.

A smile does not always mean happiness,
Pursed lips are not always there for a kiss.

When we frown, we aren't always upset,
For confusion often is onset.

When tears tread down our human cheeks,
We can be quite happy, resulting in those leaks.

Hiding emotion is often vital,
Due to heartbreak that comes in tidals.

I lost myself in passion,
And traded virtue for lust.
Kissing two strangers,
Then dissolving to dust.

I cried in my mother's arms,
As I questioned my life.
How I traded innocence for guilt,
How I traded joy for strife.

The kiss of a stranger,
Is an empty thing.
Whereas the kiss of a lover,
Can make one's heart sing.

We all make mistakes,
That's what mother said.
But I despise the things I do,
I'd be better off dead.

When will this tumult end,
When will I be free?
When will I be loved,
When will I discover "me"?

I am so cold and so empty,
And without any light.
And without a shred,
I've lost my fight.

Lies leave your lips
Like water from a leaky faucet

L** osing people.
I gniting fires.
F ailing sometimes.
E nduring forever.

Words can't hurt me,
Or at least that's what I say.
Because admitting it hurts,
Only creates more honest prey.

Small in your eyes,
And small in mine.
Like a speck of nothing;
Give me a sign.

Is there any meaning?
Should I go on?
What is the point in
Staying past dawn?

Let's be honest,
And tell the truth.
You hate me,
And I hate you.

You don't even know me,
Not that you want to.
You live your life in red;
I live mine in blue.

We have nothing in common.
That used to not matter.
But any semblance of friendship
Was led to shatter.