I wish I could say I miss you;
And the way it felt when you were around
But I don't;
And that's okay
But what isn't okay;
Is the way I now currently;
Feel;
And I guess you could say this is my way;
Of saying that I still love you;
maybe I do;
But the you I love is the memory;
Not the person you have;
Become

Pieces fall down;
From up above;
And crash all around me;
And is it messed up,that I think this sound;
Resembles the sound of love?
When things begin,to crack and break
The world around, begins to shake;
And the thought of it all makes me feel like;
I'm home;
And then suddenly the music stops;
And I'm all alone,with the waking thought;
That this is some how my fault;
And how it all could have all been prevented;
If I would have;
Just stopped;
Being;
Me

The sound of our lips being pressed together;
Is much better, than the sound of our fists;
Bouncing off of one another;
And I think that your love;
For the sound of violence;
Is the reason, that I;
Left

Lost within;
The sounds and vibrations
That dance all around me

Controlled chaos begins to unfold;
As my body gives in;
To the temptations;
That swarm my presence

Sweat drips;
And my body shines in the moonlight;
As I dance into the dawn