The tears of yesterday
have become the air of today;
-memories gone in the wind
Maybe you forgot how to breathe
taking so much of yourself out;
-you must of forgot how to take things in

Don't worry- you'll cry a lot,
just to live a little.

These are all of the wrong things we shouldn't
do- like two people stuck in the back room,
Still kissing as kids in the back of a classroom;
the lessons I had chalked down in my mind
Maybe we were a bit too bored,
in a morbid dream, of the subjects of life we'd ignore
As I saved up my battery life on being any more
social; in between naughty late night texts
And saving up a little extra money to make a late night call,

"Maybe if I got a good job, I could afford a girl,"
a usual statement I had long before
Though nowadays I can't afford any more time,
to work up the nerve to talk to girls at all
But it's a bit of a lie, when you hang out with the guys,
making fools of selves; filling up the time of a long night
-Those morning after' start to fill empty,
trying to swallow down a few words like a necessary pill
It all starts to feel like those daily supplements
fussing about all those other things everyone fusses about,

I started to feel like the empty space above this line,
blanking out with that pretty smile in my eyes
Hoping they at least seen some of the charm I had,
while looking so intimidating, when I had nothing better to say,
The awkward type of thinking how I could have kissed someone
a little more better than I did yesterday,

A beginners luck kind of life; waiting for it to be your last,
as I think to myself, reminding myself, rewinding myself
back to those days, of chasing hypes in the highs of youth
-****, I can't pretend that I never enjoyed such a rush.

Breakfast with the stares;
my bowl of cereal was extra cold
Killing all of the time in a crowed room;
a pretty enough serial killer
I milked up all of my tears,
drawing out the words to admit I was fed up
And quite full of myself, feeding up on all
of your food for thought

Sorry darling, call me a little selfish
for wanting every last bite of you
A man; as all men tend to be dogs;
still keeping his heart later on in a doggy bag
Thinking way too forward as always;
let me try and take it a little back- ******* perhaps?

But why such a line would deserve a chance
at your hand; is really just a possibility of a slap
Whit! Okay I felt that one for showing this kind of whit,
so please do call me an ***, for sounding like I'm
trying to get some ***

I remember you as that cigarette
-counting all of the ashes
There's a spark between us,
smitten; under the candles in the sky
So whenever I'm in the dark,
looking up to know you're all that's left

I was struck by your eyes, sending strikes
of insecurity into my heart
What a thunderous sound it must of made,
to be falling so hard, falling in love

Till all of the skies fall onto the ground,
crashing down on all us;
I'll be the one with these silly pick-up lines,
whispering in your ear, to try and pick up such a star

                         I hope this time I won't fall out of luck

I'm a dancing old machine, with rust in my veins,
the ice of my eyes, and smoke of my words
Are a constant-
interludes between ourselves, as we play in part
As I'm searching in those eyes,
to try and find a fit and figure out what is my own part,

I'm just a towel drowned in a wash,
stranded on love; left high and dry
A text unread, no reply, my battery's out, and a flightless
bird, so mighty to my disguise, of when I was put on
flight mode,

As I drew my heart, painted in all of those memories,
so cryptic to my own self- who really knows me
But just the reasons to my existence, all to the knowledge
of a creator in the skies,

An overthinker in the general sense; though generally most
of my thoughts never make any sense
To write out all of my sins in the pen between
me starting to repent,

                             I'm as human as you are too
                               so natural to the wilds of my heart-
                                              it's all part of my human nature.

The taste of you fades,
like the last hint of flavour in a vape
An energy between us-
though the battery has died
A beeping light in the dark, I'd seen
a blink of you before I shut my eyes away
A time to say goodbye, but it wasn't a good bye;
crashing into your skin-
I accidently fell in love with such a crush,
pulling, pulling, pulling me in once more
A love sickening addiction,
oh darling, I'm still in need a few last puffs

There's a life of a show, not on the road
where you always know where to go
Crying rivers in your eyes, but you still
have to catch another day, of life's chaotic flow
Told to act right, but you don't know your role,
trying to fit in everyone's shoes; that stained yourself
and scuffed up your soul

Driven into destiny's twine, you try and try,
caught in the ties of a victorious lie
A glorious ugly sight, pinned into you mind,
as you stuck needles in your eyes
As I've seen a buttoning of a sea; fasten into a chest
and drifting away, as you took that dive- trying to survive

And in the night; the stars called me softly,
under a yellow moon, in my highs of emotions all so lofty
In a perfect silence I hear so loudly; choking in the mornings
rushing to me, as when you first drink is bitter cup of coffee
In the shadows of my alarm in these lucid dreams,
the ghosts of those incomplete stories, start to haunt me

Always so antsy; I just keep on searching for answers,
chasing circles inside a box, and counting on my chances
With all of my advances, I'll still slave away my time to
what I always must do- but never to call these despairs
my masters