It's not too late to realize that your actions define what lies underneath the surface. This web of lies you've woven tight around my mind had me believing that I was in love. A spell brought forth before my very eyes, words invoking a feeling in my heart, just to be left out in the cold, starving for attention... But don't you mind me, I'll be fine, at least I'll be alive, and did I fail to mention that the very sight of your picture makes me want to find time to be with you... But you're with them... With HIM... Not that I believe it's wrong, I want you to be happy, but could you spare some effort for me? Occasionally?
  I finished the Honey this evening; the bottle that christened our first meeting. Tasting the sweet bite takes me back to that night. I held you tight as you dreamed, while my **** screamed in agony, yet my heart bleeds with longing. Yearning for a deeper connection, I claw my way closer to who you really are, not realizing how easy it is to scar... but I respect your boundaries, like anyone elses. And so, once again, I go without... without touch, without grace, and without love. Alone with you, lying next to me in bed.

You medicate my mind, but inside I know I'm dying by your hand alone; yet, my body cries out for more. The high is unlike anything the world could otherwise have shown me, lifting the world off my shoulders. Alas, Atlas, at least you got to breathe the breathe of a Goddess. Green dress, and red hair, so ******* gorgeous, her essence seeping into my stream of Being. My hearts racing, my thoughts, tracing the outline of space and time, encasing Your face in form, accepting my fate and yearning for more... As you gently lay me down, back to dirt, my mind is clouded and my eyes are purple, and I recall a journey, but my memory is hazy, and I'm so tired... To sleep now, and dream of your touch, is all I desire, for tomorrow comes with no mercy, and I must continue on my own... until you call my name, again.

A part of me, now, wonders if you'll ever hear the last verse I wrote for you.
A part of me wonders, how we'll ever grow to be more than words on paper.
A part of me, starts to consider walking away from the past; But,
A part of me remembers the spell I cast was meant to last forever.

You have time to change your profile picture, but not to read my messages... You find time to be with them and do this and that, but where am I at in the picture? Could you even point me out? You've spoken love to me as if it were something that could be, something that could eventually... but when? When will I become a priority? And why is it that the thought of you more and more often just makes me want to cry? I'm tired of hiding, tired of this mirage, it's been a facade all along hasn't it?! Cause this is how you get attention. This is how, you've always gotten along, to obtain what you wanted. Yet, If I'm to confront you over the situation, and how you make me feel, then I'm the one in the wrong. *******, I'm so done. If anyone deserves to bring this energy out of me, they could at least bear witness to the spectacle... lest the show be all for naught and I'm left rotting inside, like the fermented fruit on the ground. There's nothing worse than being ignored. To be gored by your words would be preferable to the silent cold I've been enduring since you decided I wasn't ******* worth it. Well I know my worth God ******* ******, and I won't sell for less than the time it takes to change your god forsaken profile picture.

Dying on this earth
Spinning farther apart
The dream of unity
Lost to the vote
Of bitterness and hate
Where to find the will
To go through another day
If I could only afford the luxury
And the tax
Of a smoldering fist
And a shotgun blast
Of the heroic exit
And the sinful kiss
Of a shameless suicide
And what will divide us next
What new excuse
To spread the gap
And drop another bomb
Of disappointment
And poison
And steel
As if killing
Our children in
Needless acts of
War
After war
Wasn't a fate cruel enough
Now the future
Withers in the fist
Of greed and politics
And what are we to do
To stop the bleeding
Fear and hate
Running wild
Round and round
This earth
Driving state
And country
And mankind
To bitter distance
And unneeded tears
Who can save us
When we have failed
To learn the wisdom
Of the answers
Bob left for us
Blowin' in the wind
And If Joe is up in heaven
Would anyone bother
To listen as he strummed
On his guitar
One more protest song
About the clashing
In the streets
Under the london fog
Tom described it too perfection
As he told how Luce came home
Broken
And left his arm in his coat
Back on a coat hanger
In the middle of a
Forgotten field of war
But did any of us hear
The horror of the truth
When...
When will we put
The differnce and divisions
To their past due graves
And dream and dance
And fight
For the unity
We desperately need
When...
When will we
Finally realize
Tomorrow is a day
Too late