And it’s ugly .
All things are ugly in the end ,
Do some harbour the capacity of only seeing the good ?
The ugly is all I see in the end .

The  links that tie us are so beautiful yet so raw ,
Drowned in a color that is ours but also everyones
The links that tie us are of a deep red ,
running in our veins in a way that’s so coarse
I wonder if we’re the only ones .

The beauty we basked in before the storm removed its light ,
Still lingers in that beautiful soul of ours .
But it has  been sullied , beaten and rendered useless
By love itself , by the adoration , trust itself .

Love : what a destructive thing ,
No matter the nature , it’s way of functioning seems to be a never wavering scheme
One that is the most fulfilling sight you’ll ever lay your eyes upon ,
Before every crevice of the thing you once adored turns into to ash and bone

Its so fascinating , is it not ?
The way we tumble and fall , but still lift ourselves up
The way we get a little bit uglier , a little more lost  
At every twist and turn , we lose something that we were made of



And I’ve lost , lost so much in you .
May I reach for your heart , rip it from your chest to allow myself to feel full again ?
Or maybe -and only if you let me- would you let me retrieve my books from your shelves ,
I know you read them , understood them and bare with me , annotated them but they are mine ,
May I have them back ?

It’s in no way that I wish to taint you furthermore with my obligations and needs ,
But the things I used to give -and willingly so- are now missing me
Or I miss them , that besides the point ,
With them in your hands I fail to feel whole ,

So let me dissect your brain , to figure which part of every memory  belonged to me
To attempt to seek and find the things that now make you 'you' , that actually stem from me .
I’m sorry , or probably not all , I don’t seem to a give a single thought about you being empty
I just need the love you stole from me

This is a another classic instance of **** or be killed ,
In a way this for my survival , and thus I must ****
You , it all seems to begin with you .
All the things that hurt me , simply make you stronger
Cause I didn’t steal from you

And my heart weighs heavier than you on the balance of honesty

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF TWO WORDS ?
The first thing you will notice is the unbearable distance between the two .
How two words of  the same appearance and even touch , are so different in truth
How from once side to another , the weight changes from one to two .
There’s an infinity of numbers . between that one and  that two .
Oh to live in the middle of two words .

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A HOUSE BETWEEN TWO WORDS
Convinced that despite the different nature , they’re from the same worlds ,
Not really caring if you’ve managed to capture it’s depth , or use
Although now those two words are separated by a whole universe .

Do you feel the instability of the foundation of your home ?
As one side sinks and the other elevates your being .
Had you used the same words with the right meaning
You wouldn’t be left failing on your own

Do feel the slight change of mood ?
The closer to heaven the happier you are ,
As if you reache for the stars and got the moon
yet still, you failed to realize ,
That precision a fundamental task  

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A HOUSE BETWEEN TO WORDS ?
Saying ‘I like you’ although it already burns .
Claiming to not know cause you lack the terms
Pretending it all , when truly you yearn .

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A HOUSE BETWEEN TWO WORDS ?
Using words ever so lightly they are left deprived of their purpose .
Changing everything like it doesn’t matter if it hurts
Forgetting words have power , and they can only be heard.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A HOUSE BETWEEN TWO WORDS?
So that your living room is only nearly beautiful ,
your guests  struggling to find it’s essence
Knowing something here was meant to be fruitful
But was left in the corner collecting dust

The feeling of lingering fear in the air
The Result of all the torment , and the unsaid
Because clarity is the enemy of today’s world
Leaving everyone empty & astray

WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE BETWEEN TWO WORDS ?
Running in circles scared to reach destination ?
Convinced that somewhere in the achievement lies your demise ?
Cause what are we if not a living creatures ,
Designed with a beautiful heart and beautiful mind ,
We ought to share to the world .

WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE BETWEEN TWO WORDS ?
Saying you like them when truly you’ve loved them since a while
Saying a kiss is similar to a simple “miss” of focus
Claiming you know when you bathe in the unknown ,
Claiming you want when truly you don’t know

what benefit would there be for me to admit
to such shameful feelings
you fuel my every twist of hand
you make my poems the most refined
all my songs stem from the pain
you've inflicted to my heart
my most raw emotions and uncontrolled stem from your every action

what's the benefit in admitting something so destructive?
what's the point allowing myself to lose the one thing that keeps me breathing ?
cause how do I explain that my love for you leaves me for dead .
gasping for air ,
no more blood pumping my body
as it's core is no longer there
how do I explain my heart leaving me for dead
with  the sole purpose of running to you with it's fleeting energy left

how do I explain my heart leaving it's natural functions
committing suicide as without me it dies
for the the sole purpose of meeting your own?
like the mere presence of the one it craves is worth the worst kinds of death
the slow and heavy ones , that leads my vacant eyes to fathom the most untrue outcomes.

how do I explain that you drain me of all my being , with just one part of me being yours
Why did I fail to realise that in my chest was not where my heart lied this whole time
or that it belonging to you when you had abondonned me here to die

Then suddenly I’m hit by seasonal depression
The Type that dulls the sky and interactions
Makes you Observe the world with no question
clings on to you like second skin
Makes you go crazy and contemplate sin

Whatever you do nurtures these thoughts
Like our nature was to fear and hate
Consumed by everything , consumed by shame
a horrible game we’re fated to play

Can I hide myself ? Wait for the rain to be over ?
The umbrella still wets my clothes and damps my skin
I can’t take  the cold and I can’t take the heat
Everything I do seems to make me weak
Struggling with truth and make believe