I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all you possess.

I wish you enough hellos
to get you through the final goodbye.

Tell me, beloved, how many people you have killed
in your mind, over and over
Tell me of the throats you have twisted
and of the deaths you have relished
whisper them into my hair in the dead of the night
Tell me of their perpetual last breaths
So I may know the darkest parts of your soul
and love them also.

I feel your soft skin
Your beat of your heart within
The love inside your eyes
Then why so many lies
To **** the life I had

Your name falls like snow
frosting over my mind,
dusting my heart lightly.
It keeps my memories
frozen
cold
till they're etched in my mind
like ice.
But everyone knows 
that the snow will melt
leaving nothing behind
but my lukewarm heart.

Love is a mask
                                                            ­                                      I
choose not to decipher who is behind
or what they're hiding, because I
                                                               ­                                   feel
like my heart will shatter if I find
anything out - if the trust will be lost
or if they'll break my heart, because
how can something so innocent turn
into something so dark? It is
                                                              ­                                    like
an angel waiting for your entrance
to heaven, only to laugh when they
see you
                                                                ­                                  falling
back down to hell.

Seeing you up close
is like seeing the sun
pop out behind grey clouds.

Seeing you smile
is like running through a
field of flowers.

And seeing you far away
is another reminder
that you are not mine.

You either feel
like you're going to die
or
you feel like
you're already dead.