Sit next to me and whisper your secrets into my ear.
Utter to me every weakness you possess.
Give me the chance to hear the stutter in your heartbeat,
allow me to taste your sweet, sweet love
then cut off my tongue.

Isn't it sad?
We can't even go to our pride
or our safe place without being hunted.

Dear somebody,

my therapist told me to write to you.
She said it would give me sight,
make me see what's wrong in my life.
But, I can't see.
I'm blinded by the words they throw at me,
I can't hear because the voices keep telling me,
let go.
I'm drifting.
Trying to lift my arms.
But, I can't.
I try to shift,
but I'm frozen.
Is this what it feels like to be chosen by death?
To feel the breath of darkness on my neck.
To look sorrow in the eyes.

Is this how it feels to live?
'Cause I don't feel very **alive.

When we first met I thought we were soulmates,
simple people with an even simpler love.
I was wrong.
We were not easy people,
our love wasn't easy.
We were complex.

You held constellations in your veins
and flowers in your bones.
I was a graveyard of everything horrible,
with blood pouring from my finger tips
and sorrow dripping from my eyes.

We weren't soulmates,
our love wasn't infinite,
we didn't have a happy ending.

But, we found ourselves.
People say when you're lost
look for the north star.
I found you
and I know,
**** don't I know.
That people can't be stars
but, you were.

You were.

I'm not good with feelings,
I'm horrible at goodbyes.
I sit alone in my room
and pass time with cries.
The society we live in,
so small and so broken.
I'd rather  be bruised by
words left unspoken
and to think that once it was much
worse than this,
would make me believe
someone took a hit and miss.

And at nights all alone when I stare at the sky,
I think of the kids and how they all died.
A knife to the throat
A hit to the eye
A gun to the head
A sigh then a bye

I can't help,
but think what all of them missed when they died
and gave their last kiss.
Were all of them loves?
Or none at all?
Did all of them die
with a break in their cry?

Reality is a prison
and they were done serving.
Maybe that means the tables are turning.

Look into the mirror,
see the young eyes.
So naive that you'll fall for her lies.
She'll tell you she 'loves you',
that you're her sun and her moon.
She'll pump her 'love' into your veins
and like a drug, you're not immune.
She'll act smug as your heart breaks
and tears at the seams.

Watch as you forget what love really means.