Sunsets, long night drives,
Rainy days spent in bed and
The thought of you by me for all of it

Daily walks, late night convos,
Movies that make you laugh
Movies that make you cry
And the warmth of you in my arms

Deep real talk, conspiracy theories,
Ghost stories, playful arguments,
And the story of your life.

I can't control who she's with
or how she's treated I can
only remind her that i'm here,
and it breaks my heart

I can't tell her how to live
or how to feel I can only
listen and let her figure it out

I can't tell her how I feel
because she couldn't handle it right  
now, I can only try and be there
for her because that's all I can offer
Her.

   She is a dream that you never want to wake up from….

-SNP

You have your peace now but I cant say the same  
I'm stuck where you left me.
Since that day I've fallen into those old habits.
Remember those faded scars they're back
and now they go by your name. Until the
day I die I will be haunted by those god dam
eden green eyes.

The world is quiet here
who will be the first
to make a noise?

I used to think i was a hopeless romantic
but now I'm just hopeless ..

Have a heart and let me be, I've carried you all with me
through everything just let go and let me be. Is it to
much to let me be free. I've done all I can its out of
my bloodied hands.

Being a hopeless romantic in this hook up culture
is like bleeding out through a paper cut Its DRAINING

I haven't experienced a more intense kind of hate then self hate.
I hate myself I hate the choices I made, I hate every single day i didn't tell you exactly how I felt about you. Mostly I hate that I cant get your eden green eyes out of my mind. Its been an X amount of days since I've seen you last and i still cant get over your eyes or your quick wit or how soft your hand feels in my hand. I think in the end you'll be the best and worst thing that ever happened to me so thank you and/or I hate you.

I dreamed about you last night and
imagine my surprise when I woke up
with you nowhere to be found.
It was innocent enough I held you in
my arms, kissed you on the cheek ,
and whispered something in your ear.
I should've known i was slumbering
it was the first warm feeling ive had in
a while.

I put pen to paper every single day
and my pages still end up blank
I have no muse this deafness is
like a noose. Im living in a world
with no words. What can I do?

What are we willing to do for love?

I am there WAITING WATCHING
keeping to the shadows
But when you need me
Ill step out into the light
and PROTECT whats mine

I've been dragged through the threshold of angelic indifference
my world has gone to the hounds and I'm here holding it all together with nothing but my teeth. I'm cursed to keep my world from falling apart just like Atlas.

A bed in the middle of the room
with blankets scrunched up and
shoved in the corner. Dented
pillows scattered like debris
in a field of destruction.
A man in the mirror with
blood shot eyes surrounded
by dark rings. His hands shaking,
his heart racing, and his head is
pounding.

I'm a coward I pretend I can write but I cant
i'm just a kid pretending. Real writing is about
being honest and vulnerable. I haven't been
honest with myself in a long time. Real art takes courage
and that's not something I have anymore. Why does it
have to be so complicated. So after this sentence I'll
be as open as a deep cut so listen to everything that's about
to pour out. I'm a lost boy without Neverland. Im shy, afraid
to grow up, afraid to fail , and afraid to find out who i really am.
For now I'll continue to be the pretender.

Honesty is draining
and i'm mean real heartbreaking
truth the stuff your afraid to admit
the things that scare you to your core.
That's the honesty i'm talking about. When
we admit things were afraid to say, the things
we've held onto for so long  we become released
from ourselves

I tripped over these words so much that my knees
are scared with permanent bruises If I could say the words
that are caught in my throat I would be able to live with
no regrets. However I'm only half the man I pretend to be
so I live with three words forever lodged in my throat,
so if I could go back i would tell you....
.......that......I......

Take charge burst forth with fear
because fear is a driving force its why
we run faster and fight harder.
So bear your swords, embrace
the icy cold fear and fight for every day.
This is it make it count.

Carefully constructed to fool
the world with my words because while
you listen to the tales I weave, my actions
scream a different scene. Careful now because
what you believe will begin to bleed. The
things that are said and the things that are done
will remind you of the ******* who did you
wrong. Careful now because they're men worse
then me. So please be careful who you believe.

I watched as her heart dropped to the floor and shattered. The pieces of her broken heart were so small they could pass through the eye of a needle. Her tears ran down her face for so long I thought she would never be able to cry again. She was broken she had lost her heart and she could only feel the pain that remained. The only thing I was able to do was hold her in my arms until the pain melted away. We didn't say a word to each other, we both knew no words could fix it so we sat there in silence watching the hours go bye. Those silent hours were the most tender moments of both of our lives and eventually heart came back to her piece by piece and she was whole again.