Tired eyes,
Half smile,
Sly confidence.

Not trickery,
But captivation.

This is my youth,
These are the days I am beautiful-
And only for a minute.
What do I do with it?
Waste,
As most do.
How dreadfully average of me.

Why... Why, why, why, why, why... So many whys, with so few tries. Just sitting around waiting. Waiting not to die, but waiting on, a breath of life.

My blood pressure hasn't dropped, since the heart attack.
My heart hasn't stopped, since yours stopped beating.
Your heart hasn't started beating, since I stopped singing.
I haven't stopped singing to you, since the heart attack.

You were the feather, and I was the paw.
Who could have ever, been the strength that I saw.

Boy meets girl, girl smiles so sweetly.
Boy falls head over heels completely.

I feel you in my bones,
Like leukemia.

You saw my innocence and said,
I like that,

Make a wish.

My life is on the clock,
It seems I'm cold and lost.
My life is on the clock.
Ticking my way to empty thought.
My life is on the clock
Inching, to fully dark.
So what the **** do I want?
I want you, to touch my heart.

I'll use the excuse,
I just like the pretty lights.
But if you're looking for truth,
I escape the day through the night.

You shattered everything I built so high, with a simple smile and a hi.

I want to peel your skin as I peel your cloak,
Envelope you as any old song goes.
Curtains wail a blistering night,
Between you and I,
And the shutters ghost,
The furnace's spite is all it knows.

What were the words, you had fantasized in? What did you think, while your lips were on his? What did I do to deserve all of this? I fell in love, not off a bridge.

What can I do, that will help me forget? What type of things, can assist a forgive? Where do I go, after all this? Don't fall in love, just jump off a bridge.

Don't be afraid to bloom.
Don't be afraid to be a late bloomer.
Don't be afraid to be a late, late bloomer.
Don't be afraid to be the last,
Late bloomer.
All there is to know,
Is that you will bloom,
And there is nothing to fear.

Deep breath, forget, hate sets before bed, and lays a scar, on my arm, of everything that had went wrong. Don't worry, stay strong at long last the days gone. Safe now, in your head, hate sets before bed.

The sound of snow, and cold, falling over this town as a story unfolds. A story of snow, and cold, and how two hearts so close had so slowly froze.

What if I disappeared tonight? What If I quite simply died?
No more worries... And no more lies.. No more truth with nothing to hide.
Pain all fades, cares go away, and now I lie down to forever lay.

**** a sweetheart,
Leaving cavities,
Remember me by's,
Memories,
Both warm and unkind.
All just a toothache.

Confidence and independence, seems a lack luster sentence, it holds no meaning to me. Like glasses without lenses, I fail to see, how ever I could live a life successfully.

I need to escape from the city I'm in, or maybe a break from this head full of sin.

Oh how I, the black cat struts.
No now I, can not save this love.
Go I'll try, with absent luck.
Now goodbye, in a grave I dug.

I know what song I want to listen to, it's about me and you, it's about falling through.

I love the way your scent, intoxicates my every breath,
Or maybe how your perfume, always lingers on my bed.
I love it when you let me in, with your warmth on wintry nights,
Or maybe how you touch my heart, and send shivers down my spine.

I still catch myself thinking over you, and drinking over you. Can't stop this itch that is you... I need my fix oh please soon, So petrified I can't move..

Kept to myself in vagrant spaces, now left alienated and out of placement. It's kept my mind racing, but that's incarcerated in the basement. Now I'm just playing faces, praying this life will stop being so degrading. But I tried that and just keep on failing. Today I learned that my skins just a waste of spaces.

I would like to submit,
What's your kink?
Dominate me,
If you want I'll bleed.
My heart will pump all the blood you need.
Take a sip,
Take a drink,
Take anything.

Broken hearts heal like spinal cord repair,
You never walk the same way again.

A person's still a person, but they can still put the stars in your sky.
A person's still a person but if you're hurting, they'll see the scars and ask why.
A person's still a person but what if they can light up your life.
A person's still a person, but a person can be your purpose, in time.

Sometimes I think to myself,
Ah!
The World's better off without me.
And then I think to myself again,
Ah!
I'm better off drunk.

How does one forgive, the thoughts she thinks while her lips were on his? How does one forget, the thoughts he thinks when he's been unable to sleep?

Day old hate, all the pain that's locked away I can't help but not escape. Miserably I stay, with or without you.

Where has my sun gone?
Stolen by the moon.
                           
                       You were an eclipse.

I've never seen a cigarette,
Burn out so quick.

Drinking on the phone is still the same as drinking all alone.
Put drinking in your poems,
People won't think you drink to sanitize your wounds.
People won't think you drink with no one else in the room.

It's like the things that I write, don't sit quite right with the people I idolize., it's like the things that I write stay out of sight, and are never truly recognized. Though they cut like a knife, spread bare my insides, show you just what it's like, to be living a life, where you already have died.  Bare witness to my demise, it will end as a suicide in the future sometime, to that I testify.

I never want to not feel this...

I'll love you until hell freezes over, I love you more and more with each moment that we are together.

His stump finger nails traced your shoulder blades, and you couldn't feel that sensation anymore; he chewed it away. And he chewed it away unknowingly, but truly, he should have known... Should have known he was gnawing at you every time he was anxious, or angry, or wouldn't listen or COULDN'T UNDERSTAND. Every time he. Just wasn't. THERE... He just wasn't there anymore...He chewed himself away... He chewed and chewed until there were only smears of blood and pus, and nothing left to reflect on but a hang nail. A hang nail, now, just waiting awhile longer to grow a short length longer so something, SOMEONE... or anything... Could manage to clip it. Tear It. RIP. IT. OUT. As quickly as you could, as quickly, as a band aid. One, that turned out to be such a temporary solution, the irony being he was the stepping stone he had once thought you were, the irony being you were the whole pond, the one you had once thought he was... maybe... So Kicking, and screaming... Yeah, maybe. but that hang nail will be out and that hang nail will be healing. That hang nail will go away, so YOU. One made of such goddesses fire, who forges worlds with such fire like lies, but with such a body and soul to behold. You, who left a love which had left him so inspired; will be okay, and YOU will be alright... Because when his stump fingers traced your body, the only trail that he left behind was that of two beings, who were soaked in blood, with a love gone, a love un-stoked. You will be okay because the only thing you had left to feel, was something that once was, and the only feeling that's left of this whole ordeal seems to be... Something, is so, so, far away... A feeling, feeling much like someone screaming, "What, used to be?.."

She makes me scream on the inside,
But like,
The good scream.
The scream like the one you'd type out as "asdfjhkjgfdh'l;"
The scream you'd exclaim for ice cream.
That scream.
That's a pretty good scream mate.