The sun will always rise
Will always reveal
What we've failed to hide
When it is seen
With whiter eyes

I own the burning heart
That you try to fix
With electrodes other
Than the ones broken
In my flesh by the blood
Of the shadow-makers
Who shared the same
Womb of poison
That carries its secrets
Of shame and indifference
Within the same thought
Which races and stabs
With each beat
On and on
Faster and faster

I loved you more than a musician loves music,
I trusted you with more of my heart then a doctor,
I showed you more of my soul then my own family,
I let you touch the mountains and curves of my body,
I gave you my thoughts and we explored the caves together,
I never shattered the love we had built,
I was always there to dry your tears and wipe them from your cheek,
I forever held my hand in yours with true intentions of love,
I had always dreamed of giving you the life you wanted,
I always was right there to catch you from another hit by this thing called life,
Now for you,
You were there when I need a bandaid,
You were there when I was scared of being alone,
You were there to support me in my dreams,
You let me explore the beautiful mind you were given,
You let me take the chains off my tongue and speak freely,
You let me express my heart and soul,
Our hands were tangled together with love and pure soul,
I’m sorry for the pain we have both endured,
It clearly doesn’t tear you apart,
I am happy for the life you have made,
I am happy for the life I have recovered in,
I will always love apart of you,
But I am happier without you,
No more crying no more pain,
You’re now a locked door in the back of my mind,
You have the key,
Don’t be selfish with it.

I think the hardest thing about breaks ups is knowing that same person who said I love you will say the same exact words to someone else. That there touch going down your arms and shoulders would be done on someone else. That all those promises of getting married starting a family would just be empty but whole to another. Knowing there sweet gentle lips would never touch yours but another's. And after thinking back to all the moment's y'all have had you realize that it's rehearsed every word like a play. That every promise was made with another before and soon to be after. That always and forever would always haunt your mind and wonder if it'll happen again. That your deepest secrets have come clean and now nothing but bitter regret. I guess that's why I hate relationships. Because you never know who truly would be the last.

Believe in yourself so much that even when there's no one to back you up,you'll still stand firm,
Do you know of the sweet pleasure of doing something people say you can't do?
Wow its soooooo pleasurable!!!,I'm lacking better terms here,
But believe me,it is.

It is so easy to pick on yourself
but so hard to pick yourself up
I realised this not long ago after long times of endless hammering smashes on my bare soul
even my body so scarred that maybe I looked more like a chopping board after all
I never let myself have chances to let the parts grow together and see that flowers
do indeed bloom from my depths within
Instead I continued to **** the monsters and demons I thought I consisted of
but in reality I was just harming myself; an awful sin
I always believed that destroying myself was what was needed to be done
and I deserved this pain of never being able to stand on my two feet
I had come to believe what I was told by many, that my two feet do not have the strength they need
So I never walked and never ran
I always stood still or crawled along while letting them get weaker ever since I began
I don't understand and realise when I began to notice that my ways were terribly wrong
I never understood or realised that I had wasted years that forever now will be gone
But I do understand and realise that I finally have been blessed to see
That I do not exist to survive, but simply to live and be me

every word birthed and in format,
crafted by this mans poor
life motoring skills,
is the sole fault of his fault lines,
all taken, this responsibility

but the good that transverses the
arteries and veins of his profferings,
fair credit shared now and then,
for those that listen to these,
his poetic heartbeats,
raise him up to more than he can be...

The way a candle dies amazes me
A strong tier of wax
Simple
With only a string within it
Dies slowly
As it gives off light
Melting wax
Drips and drips
Until all that's left is a puddle
It amazes me how
Something that gave off so much light
In times of darkness
Ended up finding itself
Sitting in the same darkness
It had tried so hard to enlighten.