It’s there
Under all the scar tissue and bones,
the blood and muscles,
there lies something that has its own mind.
It overpowers your brain,
sends shock-waves down your spine,
and in the end, controls you.
No matter what you’ve experienced,
no matter what you know is ‘best’,
it only takes a single glance for your heart to go mad and turn against you
Love is cruel,
love is careless,
love is blind;

Stop wasting your time on a girl who doesn’t give two ***** about your heart
It doesn’t end with a sunset fading in the distance
She won’t change her mind and her feelings on you,
let alone her passion for leading men on
You’re just a trophy,
an addition to her collection of stolen hearts
Yet you latch on
and don’t give a **** about what I have to say
But hey,
if you honestly don’t want my help,
if you don’t want a friend,
I’m ok with walking past you
as you try to pretend she hates the stares she gets;

Is it fair to say
I've found the one
I hope to lie next to
In summer heat
near the crashing waves
as the fading sun
bursts at its seams
to kiss as people sleep
and run down baren streets;
Not caring what people think
as we scream in woods
once the stars are at their peak;
I've found the one
to make memories with;

What we need
is impossible to achieve;
What we feel, is not the same
As what we once felt
Our love has turned to nothing more
than heartless boughts of heated intimacy
Achieved without an ounce of passion;
We're run dry, yet we can't let go
So we cling on;

I’m safe
Far away from the wolf and its fangs,
Yet still my heart stays by,
Inching closer day by day towards the gnawing teeth
That lie in that womans mouth.
She is blood,
But I have shed that commonality because of her,
And will not shed it again.
Heart, come back,
She is not who you perceive her to be.
What she was died along with him,
What she is now, is darkness,
And that is what she always shall remain.
Memories can fool you,
But the reality can only cause you harm

He’s got a hold on me
Teeth gnawing on my organs
Gouged from the seams
Dripping down the street
Sheets drenched red
And all that shows
Is a blue and purple blended bruise

Lift up my shirt and see the faded patterns
traced upon my sides
down to my knees they travel;
the faint reminder of the years
when I never smiled out of joy.
Trace the broken pattern of a cut out heart;
I was foolish,
I wanted nothing more than love
and in the end it just left me more cuts to trace in later days.
Everything I’ve regretted is visible,
but only to the ones that end up causing them.