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

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

You tore us apart with all these lies,
I wonder if he'll be surprised,
When he finds what your honesty hides.

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.

I understand where you're coming from, so I'll leave you alone.
But that doesn't mean that I can't hope, you're still reading my poems.
And maybe feeling a little at home.
And baby I know that you won't.
But I can still hope, you know where I'm coming from.
That this wasn't how,
This was supposed to go.

I guess,
I'm rarely sure.

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 wish to leave this place,
If only in mind,
The same way I save my self,
The same way I decline.

It kinda seems to me, like I need to reinforce some things.
One of them is me, so fix in form of dreams.
But if dreams are where I'm dying,
Then where's the fun in that?
So much left to wonder,
I thought we made a pact,
Not to give up on her;
And then never to look back?

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.

I just want to write about anything that's ever really hurt me,
About everything that's ever really gotten to me.
I want to let it all out.
Just leave it all on the pages in odd shapes.
I want it to play tricks and trade things in places they shouldn't be.
And when it doesn't fit, I want it to just be the way it should be, where it falls then, perfectly.

I never want to not feel this...

I feel you in my bones,
Like leukemia.

You saw my innocence and said,
I like that,

Make a wish.

Up and down and up, and down, all around and all over town. From the upwards of peaks to the lowest of streams, just listen to me and you'll find where you need to be. Just get through this creek, take your time and find peace, then you will learn how to follow your dreams.

Again I feel the need to cut open my own skin. Again I feel the need to bleed for the things that you did. Again I can't control this beast within, a hate in my heart that can't help but win. So I'll take out a blade and cut it all off, I'll bleed this all out just to make it all stop.

That boyish heart rescinds,
Others call it growth,
What of worth has he,
If not the love he's known?

Now here stands the man,
Or that is what's supposed,
Whatever happened to,
His storybook betrothed?

The way we touch no longer lingers,
With butterfly tipped and desperate fingers.
We kiss here on the dotted line,
Rent will pay in full on time.
This is not what he has read of love.
So simple to refuse,
The art of growing up.

Marble skin,
Sculpted clutch,

Solid and tender,
To the touch.

Depth of character,
Length of reason,

A modern day Greek,
In exactly his season.

Tired eyes,
Half smile,
Sly confidence.

Not trickery,
But captivation.

Each time with my soul mate, we've forgotten to speak.
Maybe we'd score a date, but I'm ever so weak.
Confidence is all part of the mystique.
Beauty's only skin deep. But seems an important piece.
So people are seas, and there are more fish than just me.

Having a muse.
Is like spiritual truth.
Never before, will you be so amused.

And what's the point? I'm sure you're with another boy, I know I've had my share of toys, but it's not the same without her voice, and oh god how she moans, I swear to god it haunts my own throat.

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?.."

I just need to cry, I just want to die, I just need some help. I just want to **** myself.

I liked how you talked once upon a time.
But beauty and the beast is black and white.
I'm an all or nothing kind of guy.
Guess I'm not really what you like.

Burnt matches for kindling.
Ashes with embers only painted orange.
Thought we felt a similar thing.
Cigarettes in the moonlight talk a lot more.

So it's over, I know you now,
A body is all you're worth.
So it's over, I know you now.
A little piece of heaven, tasting like dirt.
So it's over, I know you now.
If there's a crowd, you'll say the words.

Found out why you sit a lot by yourself.
Two trains of thought and mine's running out.
Away from you, I hope you're burning,
I won't feel those flames by the morning.

Burnt matches for kindling.
Ashes with embers only painted orange.
Thought that we felt a similar thing.
Cigarette tips in the moonlight talk a lot more.

So it's over, I know you now.
Just a girl.
So it's over, I know you now.
A backroom museum piece.
So it's over, I know you now.
No pictures, please.
No pictures please.

I have an eerie feeling that death is near.
This note is left as evidence.

Mental illness is like burning paper in the daylight.
You can hardly see the flame, but the pages disappear.

About the signs,
Red flags,
Or happy notes,
Scented mail-box-pine?

Did they explain in ways that you could hear,
Spell his name in your tongue for your ear,
Draw in the lines from his mirror?
Or was it fear?

The sketch artist quit long ago,
What was the crime,
What was the trouble?

Oil spill words,
Gold that chokes out the birds.
Thought we could be deep,
But only sip from the sea.
And into the bay,
I promise to only stain the sand,
Until you look away.