true loneliness
is not the result of an empty body
                              no
true loneliness
is the result of a full body;
a body that's about to explode
                              and when it does,
true loneliness*
is what's felt when you realize you have
no one to pick up the pieces.

If I laid with someone else tonight
I'd know in my heart it wouldn't feel right

My heart is yours, tried to take it back
Now I see it doesn't work like that

I'm not lonely- I just want you
But you don't want me, what's a girl to do?

Keep kicking myself for the things that I've done
Pushing you away, making you run

Far from hurtful words I said
Wish I could turn back time and retread

The tires worn from our relationship
Unfixable problems, no way to mend it

At least that's what you keep telling me
"We're better separate, not as a we"

But then why can't I seem to shake this feeling?
Struck by true love, no cure for healing

A broken heart, with broken parts
Millions of pieces falling apart

Picking them up one by one
Only to find more and more and then some

Left all alone, but I'm not afraid
Because you'll always be in my heart and forever on my brain

Some Kind of Girl.

I need a girl who likes to play hard.
A girl who bumps korn in the graveyard.
I need a girl with scars matching mine.
a girl with a little darkness on her mind.
I need a girl who isn't scarred of death,
A girl who cherishes every breath.
I need a girl with an infatuation of blood,
A girl like this I'll truly love.
I need a girl with a forgotten past,
A girl to make each moment my last.
I need a girl with the world in her heart,
A girl with the mind to tear it apart.
I need a girl with eyes of a blazing torch,
A girl rolling joints on the porch.
I need a girl with a broken soul,

So the pieces of mine can make her whole.

We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

INSANITY-one persons interpretation of another persons state of mind