She couldn't look past lovers in the eyes.
When realising it, she'd set them free.
She found him,
and fell in love with his eyes.
When realising it, she'd never want to set him free.

Your collarbones are still vivid,
your mouth still grasping the front of my mind..
Why do you remain?
You stained my skin so deeply,
you can see it in my veins.
The way I am is not how I was
ever since I respected you.
You marked my mouth, you marked my mind.
When I try to rinse, it bleeds deeper.
In to my bones, in to every muscle,
every movement,
in to my mind, in to my thoughts
and when I speak
it poisons the air which I breathe.
An everlasting difference.

I can taste you in my mouth
The smell is of you
I can have you for a minute burning in my hand and it's you
I can have you in and out
I can hold you inside me till I pass out
I can throw you out
Put you out and move on with my life
But I always end up feeling shaky
Hoping you were here
Nauseated by the thought of my defeat

I am a fortress.
I am built with layers of stone, layers of tolerance.
Inside, I hold a civilization.
They're not very evolved yet, they're not very wise.
These people have found some questionable answers to what is unknown.
They speak of a god who is omniscent and omnipresent.
Wherever this god is, Im unable to see.
My stones have been broken by strangers,
my drawbridge is weary to open.
Dead, plagued bodies have been attempted to be thrown over my walls, and my people have cowered in fear.
Many times.
My small civilization depends on their god and their societal systems, I don't know why.
But one day they will grow in to what Earth needs.
They will cherish and bless the goodness of the ground.
There will be a Socrates to lead them along.
I hope one day they will find that it may not be God they need to believe in, but their own structures of stone.
I believe they will find themselves.
And when my people do, I will allow them to break my walls.

When did I become so bitter?
Used to be the guy seeing a bag and pick up the litter,
now I watch it blow by,
less of a smile and more of a sigh,
my kid, my teenage self would never want to be this guy,
singing loudly used to be a habit,
now I just write sad poems on a laptop or tablet,
not the type you come to,
because all my colors are gone cept for blue,
what happened to you?
when did I become so sad?
instead of always seeing good,
now its just all bad,
not optimistic nor real,
just writing to make me feel,
but it doesnt help like i need it,
I used to finish a poem and sigh off the ****,
but now I'm consumed bit by bit,
by this world,
by my life,
by my past,
used to smile while finishing last,
dreaming was a hobby and I would want to sleep,
now I run away from dreams and stay awake till the alarm goes beep
when did I get so bitter?
used to take care of drunk friends like a sitter,
now the days are gone and I'm drinking alone,
waiting by the phone,
but not answering the call,
I used to see girls and feel my heart stall,
and smile when they looked my way,
now their eyes look and say,
what happened to you?
Why am I so bitter?