I can still taste the cigarette,
The flavour grafted to your skin.

You held my face,
Yellowed finger tips.

Beauty indescribable,
Ash stains down your shirt.

Every word you whispered,
All smoke and hurt.

I finally grew the courage.
I stood up and said,
"Men don't hit women".

Apparently they hit kids too.

You said;

"Forever".
"For eternity".
"To infinity".
"Even in death".
"Until time stops".

It was only one year.

Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.

Trade your heart with mine,
Both chipped and damaged.
Give me your pain,
Let me guide you to a smile.

Come into my arms.
Independent,
But you want my protection.

Protect me,
My thoughts grow louder without your voice.

Think of me.
Dusk till dawn,
Thoughts of you swim through my brain.

No pacifist,
But I crave your peace.
I want to breathe you,
Bathe in your presence.

I value time,
My seconds are wasted when not spent on you.

Your beautiful mind,
Hidden behind a curtain of self doubt.

Be yourself.

Eight billion people,
And I'd rather be alone,
Than be with anyone else.



-Tré

Intoxicated,
My mind stays whirring.

The blender of reality,
Dreams of fiction.

Too immature,
Maturity doesn't mix.

A nocturnal lover,
With a heart begging for warmth.

From a touch,
A smile.
****,
Even a word.

Propaganda of self hate,
Plastered to my brain.

Maybe if I drink,
I could feel loved again.


-Tré

Tears the flesh,
From my body.

Infest my head,
With putrid words.

I'm a parasitic burden,
Following your every move.

I'll tell you,
"You're perfect."

As you break me,
Until I'm brainless.



-Tré