You write yourself into your own love stories as the victim of a girl
that only ever used you

I know your heart was broken, you told me
But that doesn' mean your hands are clean of blood
You broke my heart,
and hers too
When you took to bed
A girl with tattoos
Maybe she didn' mean anything or
Maybe everything I
can't be sure

But now I have a heart full
of nothing
you took what I had left
And ran with it

You come back now and again
But so far, you haven' stayed
I'm wishing you would
And haven' ruled out that you will
So I answer you
With my head up high and my hopes low

Your songs mean nothing anymore
cause I know what you're capable of
I still think bout you often
And by the looks of it
You think bout me too

Sometimes love isn' made to
Fill you up or
Complete you
But break you so you can be
Rebuilt
I hope to grow tall
With you as my foundation
A home built together from nothing
But rubble and empty promises
I think I was already made for you
Cause Fates fine hand doesn' mess up often
Even if she is fickle
She isn' careless

You've got a whole lot of love in you
I see it in your smile
And the way you cry
Put down the bottle and
pick up the phone
I'll forgive you for what you've done
Cause I love who you are and
were

The past is in the past, they tell me but
I guess you're in my past too
Yet somehow I'm still looking forward to you

Soft gentle warmth
Dancing between my fingertips
Like a sweet playful child.

Beautiful hope and
Sweet serenity woven
Together inside my soul.

Colors in my mind suddenly
Faded; cracked like long
Forgotten children's paint.

Breath inside my lungs
Becoming too thin;
I cannot breathe.

My eyes hiding the terror
Sewn carelessly into my mind
By life's rusted needle.

Maniacal whispers ringing
Violently between my ears
Like an unforgiving church bell.

Ding.
Ding.
Ding.

Empty words of false love
Wrapped around my throat
Choking me with a Giants grip.

I'm ok.
Thanks for asking.
I love you too.

-ARI

I thought my heart had broken
and that's where the emotion came from
but I had handed my heart to you
when you gave it back I felt everything again.

These eyes are open to see,
I see how to enjoy your interest,
you tread upon me,
Let heaven be my home at rest,
While your's be same as me I pray,
I believe we die one day
And the other day we wake.
I wish I had the courage to say,
In this world at least;
Life is a Paperthrone.
The more you try to sit and rule on firm,
The more it hurts at fall in the end.