When a child is born,
A father learns how to cry,
Tears aren't always sad.

Withered petals,
My time has passed,
This pain is mental,
Broken glass,

Pushed to the edge,
I no longer fear,
Free me from my cage,
My end is near,

I hope it comes swiftly,
Eternal sleep,
although I’m not guilty
I silently weep,

Should my body sway from the breeze in the trees,
I’m just somebody who no one would miss.

I find myself in chaos,
A dance of ice and fire,
I know the risks and costs,
I know reality's a liar,

I'm sick of counting sheep,
They pull wool over my eyes,
At night I barely sleep,
Thinking of how I roll the dice,

I'm not sure why I write,
My words seem empty and dull,
They don't change wrong to right,
Simply chatter in the skull,

I live my life in these shoes,
They've walked a dozen miles,
But this is what I choose,
If it means I've earned your smiles,

On and on I go,
Writing what comes to mind,
This is all I've got to show,
The legacy I'll leave behind,

Look upon my endless words,
Read them untill you're numb,
I write until it starts to hurt,
Read until you realize it's dumb,

I try to push and do my best,
A slave to your desire,
The words I string at your behest,
Knowing reality's a liar.

Your hand in mine,
Your warm embrace,
We were fine,
Those were the days,

Our love was strong,
It was evergreen,
But now it’s gone,
A distant dream.

We wake together,
In the same bed,
Staring at each other,
Is our relationship dead?

We’re always mad at one another,
Memoirs of a half hearted lover.

To catch the raindrops,
I cup my hands,
Only to watch as it overflows,

There's only so much,
I can contain,
Within the hands, I've cupped,

How long can I hold?
my cupped hands,
In time I'll grow tired and weak,

Letting go, inevitable,
time will tell,
trickle free, from my cupped hands.

It's when I think of you,
Chugga chugga choo choo,
The train of thoughts goes through,
Longer and longer the tracks grew,
I swear I saw him kissing yo-
Overthink.

You colored yourself nice,
Upon a canvas made of ice,
The things I had to sacrifice,
Threw myself off the precipice,
Thinking I would find para-
Compunction.

It's got me vexed,
Got me drunk-texting my ex,
Wondering how she's so relaxed,
Who she's sleeping with next,
Was it the love or was it the se-
Never mind.

Moving on.

You’ve left a bitter taste in my mouth,
Your fragrance clung to my breath,
Things with you have gone south,
You’ve taken a toll on my health,

I watch embers chase white paper,
Leave blackened ash in your wake,
At times you have made things seem better,
In time you’ve become something to hate,

I’ll miss the warmth at my fingertips,
Not forget the rush you bring to my head,
Nothing but poison between my lips,
Hard not to want you before going to bed,

I loved you but I can’t live in regret,
Time to snub you out, my sweet cigarette.

Passion, the flame that eats.
Obsession, constantly fueling.
Intoxication, clouds the mind.
Satisfaction, so hard to achieve.
Obligation, the reason we wake.
Negotion, a price for everything.

Sometimes we see better,
When we turn away from sight,
Many things seem clearer,
Within the absence of light,

I close my eyes to know you better,
Reconstructing you within my mind,
Your scent, your sound, and every texture,
For the future me, it will remind,

Sleek dark brown hair matches your eyes,
Your breath which smells of golden ale,
My fingertips brush along your thighs,
Reading your goosebumps like braille,

Indeed, I may never see you again,
Still, the presence of you resides within my brain.

Time is abrasive,
Polishing us as it flows,
Making us shine bright.