I miss you my dove
   do  you  really?
        It's you I love
          Are  you  sure?
               Please forgive me
                  not  very  likely
                    ­  I don't know who I must be.

Why  are  my  hands  so  ******.

I'm running through a forest
of  our  lost  dreams
       I though I was just a tourist
       but  that  is  not  what  it  seems
               I hope to find a way out
               but  I  need  to  help  you
                      There seems to be no route
                      so  I  will  love  you  li­ke  I  want  *too

I've spent the majority of my life developing the body while ignoring the mind.
Wait, I mean it's the other way around.
I get confused sometimes.

I'll climb all of your mountains.
Show me all your peaks.
Let me look down on the rest of the world so that I can determine their disease.

Grind me to pieces with your gravel.
Tear me limb from limb.
There's no distance I won't travel to find what beauty lies within.

Throw me in the fire.
Spread my ashes in the wind.
Breath out the remnants of this life
so that I may live again.

Sinking is simple.
Drowning is easy.
Rowing is hard.

Climbing into the boat -
that's kind of tricky,
especially when the wind is trying to convince you to swim instead.

Floating is a breeze;
you just need something to give you buoyancy,
but you'll never get anywhere that way,
and sharks are waiting underneath.

Sailing is difficult.
Navigating is complicated.
I just want to find an island
where my mind won't be confiscated.

Pirates are everywhere;
taxing and taking,
pillaging and breeding spawn who will grow up
feeding a corrupted captain whose name remains unknown.

I just want to find an island.
I just want a place to call my own.

The sickening sinking feeling that comes with sleep still persists.
Is this what dying feels like?
I know bliss is fleeting, but it cuts deep,
and gives me a reason to continue to exist.

Who're you getting back at?
This act has to be directed at someone.
Are they watching?
Will they see
the instagramed photos of you kissing me?
Will it make them jealous?
Will it make them angry?
Will it result in a late night text message that reads;
"Please come back to me!"