Missing one last sunset
tattooed bodies
intertwined
Depressingly connected
as we built up to goodbye

I felt her sorrow beating
drumming words we dared not say
rattling out the reasons
that could convince our love to stay

waves of raw emotion
made it difficult to stand
knocking us off balance
as she tried to take my hand

I fell backwards upon the lonely beach
she laid down and we stared
Into forever
for a while
realizing love was never there

Every day I wake up next to you,
Somehow seems better than the last
Just awake
Yet I’m still dreaming
Feeling completion
Within my grasp

As this morning begins
Where last night ended
And together
tomorrow will pass
With you the future never looked so bright
Baring light
Where shadows once held fast

She was everything
I thought I needed,
Yet I was everything she didn’t need.
We,
Two lonely midnight voyagers,
Treading water
in a sea of not meant to be.

As the sun sets on a lonely city sidewalk,
shadows dance
while strangers remain.
foreign faces
passing without a glance
in solemn servitude to a metropolitan pace.
too much to do about nothing
busy bodies
yet stagnant minds.
empty vessels, so full of themselves
socially isolated
through a refusal to break stride

we're stuck
in big city melancholy
lost
in a grey scale state of mind
thousands of people
occupied in obscurity
always together
and still alone all the time

In the still waters of the pond where they used to lay
A solitary reflection
Mirrors the plight of his pain
In his favorite outlet
A blank canvas
Shes the subject,
the Inspiration,
She's still the blood that flows through his veins

falling for me,
is like a step backwards
off of a pier
with cement shoes
i'll just drag you under baby
while gasping
i love you too

i can write a book on
how much i hate still loving her,
every chapter
dedicated to paradoxical disdain
or paint a picture
of the void she left
using
the obscene colors of my pain

i can sing forever
about the time we lost
to the tune
of the games we played
or i could just get over her
but i cant
forgive
forget
or explain

If tomorrow was that yesterday,
or that morning
came tonight
if for a moment you could have listened
if you didn't always have to be right

if she realized the words  
Get out
really meant
You’d love her help
if you swallowed more than pills
or thought about
more than just yourself

but yesterday left in a sunset
obscured
by a cloud of pride
and for tomorrow
it’s still not too late
but you're running out of time

My love
refers to me
as an artist
I maintain
that I just paint
as this
color slinger
simply reproduces
the masterpiece
her love
creates

i will always be a cup of coffee
a little strong
a bit too sweet
and I can never change
her love
of a watered down alternative
that she prefers
instead of me

Letting go
isn’t
giving up,
it's
giving
yourself
a chance