Morning dew,
Invades the grass.

Hollowed trees,
Dancing branches.

Dawning sunlight,
Painting the fields with gold.

A ****** of crows,
Having their morning conversation.

My corpse.
Old,
Unrecognisable.

Confined forever,
To this wooden box.

Maybe if I,
Bent over backwards until my spine ******* snapped.

If I,
Went broke trying to spoil you,
To your hearts content.

If I,
Said yes,
For you,
There's no such thing as no.

If I,
Isolated myself,
So it's just you and me.

If I,
Rushed things,
Bought the ring,
Forgot about the speed.

If I,
Fought against,
Every guy you'd ever **** meet.

If I,
Throw away my trauma,
**** mine,
Yours is what mattered.

If I,
Worked some more,
You had 1 job,
Me 4,
But YOU need the break.

If I,
Give you MY house,
Give you MY car,
Everything in MY name.

If I,
Degrade myself,
"I'm disgusting."
I bet that'd boost your self esteem.

If I,
Never gave a ****,
And just let you do your own thing.

If I,
Shut my mouth,
Didn't stress about the rent.

If I,
Never stood up for once,
And demanded some respect.

If I,
Wasn't human,
Just one of your pets.

If I,
If I.

Maybe if you,
Didn't leave me,
Utterly broken and damaged.

Then maybe,
Time healed,
There were no pills,
And I could of managed.

Instead,
I sit here.
Crying,
Wondering "what the **** happened".

Asking myself,
"If i",
"If you".
As if that would've mattered.

Together 4 years,
Now for 4 months.
You don't even know,
That I've vanished.




-Tré

My breathing was shallow,
Lungs barely filled.

My eyes felt half closed,
Not a colour painted upon my world.

Never a smile, nor a smirk.

I forgot the ability.

*** felt like labour.
Unpaid,
I was the worst *******.

My sense of self,
Lost in all of the characters I had created.

Loveless,
His flaw was showing he loved too much.

His skin hardened,
Met only with closed fists.

A lover,
Turned fighter,
With nothing to show for his scars.



- Tré

My mind,
Drowning itself with dreams of you.

Your words linger,
Teasing my ears with vocal nectar.

What about you?

Feel my heart,
Racing against yours.
Whose is faster?

My scent,
Sticks to your clothes like lint.

My breath,
Will kiss your neck.

A touch without contact,
Shudder for me.

My hands,
You miss them?

I want them to imprison you,
A sentence for as long as you'd like.




- Tré

Lay me out in the sun,
Feel the warmth on my skin.

Shower me,
All of your tender love and affection.

Breathe me.
Inhale,
Exhale.
The oxygen of my calm.

Now I'm locked away.

Surrounded by darkness,
Cobwebs and dust.

My scent trapped.

Soil dry,
Petals withering.

Dying in the shadows,
Away from your light.

At least I'm still your favourite flower.

Right?

Lay down some flowers,
Forget me.

My fingers running through your hair,
Comforting you to sleep.

Forget me.

My hoarse laugh at your awful jokes.

Forget me.

My eyes gazing at you with nothing but sincerity.

Forget me.

My name and all of the memories the go with it.

I'm dead.

Not dead and gone,
Just dead to you.



-Tré