I wish that my filth would be washed away,
So I can say...
My gaze wasn't fraught with sin
Does it lead you to happiness?
What holds us together is a red thread, almost too thin.
Your smile is rare, how long has it been ?
Even if I shine through the ages,
There's a storm inside your heart which rages
But it shouldn't be this way,
Allow me to stay
And I will try my best
Now, dear please rest.

~ Umi

Y'all spit the hottest of fires
And then complain about how much it burns your throat
Still you don't even empathize or learn to apologize
For all the faces you've scorched

And I wear glasses to see
But this is a sight I could do without
You self-serve lies out to those whom you profess to love
So when they start bleeding you can give them verbal bandaids

I'd rather lick my own wounds with my anxiety
It is old enough to be in middle school by now
Maybe that's why I still feel like a child
But funny how you're the one allowed to be childish

So explain to me this because I don't understand
That you have babies just to fill the empty rooms
And then complain about all the **** noise
Wasn't that just a part of your choice, but I ain't saying nothing

I've been told to shut up more than a thousand times
If my brain could do that I swear it would
It's to busy running circles around your promises
But those are as unfulfilled as my life

So as I stand in the same place
While you run from me just as far as you can
Just to complain about such a distance
I shrivel within my own selfishness

For atleast then, I am not alone

I often wish I was the cigarette you used
on cold nights to calm you down
and forget the pain you had.
Lies sometimes come in nicotine laced toxic.
I wonder if you see how every lie you tell
is you committing suicide
right in front of me;
killing everything I see in you.
Craving the voice that suffocates me,
these nicotine laced lies.
You being addicted to drugs,
and I to you.
Addicted to the taste your words leave in my mouth.
There is supposed to be a difference between love and nicotine.
I often wish I was that cigarette.
Only then would you be letting me in.
So breathe me.

Is it something?
Everything?
All there is?
In this simulation
We call life,
Anything's possible.
An infinite echo.
A forever-ticking clock.
A perfectly sharp blade.
A rope, rough and ready.
She hangs it up.
To hang a picture.
A picture for HIM.
For us.
For everyone.
Echo,
          echo,
                    echo,
       ­   echo,
gone.

I love that he's so confident
He opens himself up real wide
Gives us all a peek
What's sitting there inside
He's not afraid to feel
But keeps it real classy
That man is wonderfully loyal
To his family
He sends me on mental gymnastics
The exhilarating kind
Oh that guy can give me
An ****** of the mind
I prefer to keep it casual
As that's the only way
I'm not looking for a lover
Just enjoying his friendship today

It meanders
in us

like a melody
of wishes,

suspended softly
between our desire -

pulsing  
beneath the skin,

wishing
it was ours to have

like gifts
in someone elses past,

for hope
we never had,

dreams
we never held,

seeming
to believe in love.