The needle ****** my body
Ink flows from its point
Caressing my skin, creating memories
Could be a reminder
Or a message
The telling of a story
The marking of words and images
Upon my body to cover my scars
And turn them into art

Lonely birds fly away home
To distant lands and far away nests
Never do they look back
For the places that they leave

Open their wings to roam
Flying a hard wind that tests
Trying to blow them back
To those places that they leave

So hard for us to let go
As they continue to grow
Letting them learn by their mistakes
No matter how your heart breaks

Take care of them for me
For I must set them free
Never let them see this tear
I will always be here

What you were at first
Was a beautiful red rose
A breath of fresh air

What you then became
Was a vengeful pointed thorn
Quick to ***** my hand

Tearing me open
Drawing blood as red as you
Just to heal your wounds

You apologized
But I don't trust you at all
Who knows what were lies

So the lesson learned
Is beautiful red roses
All still have their thorns

“The way she speaks,
  The way she sings,
  The way she reacts,
  The way I broke her heart,
  I never heard from her again,
  I never had any idea I’d regret it from then.”

A soul uncrushed that once was
The moon rolled down our backs
I was so far from home and yet it felt comforting
To know you were the one to have what I lacked

A study of "Blue in Green"
A cigarette I hid from you when I left
The smoke trails flow with the piano
And settled when you took effect

I saw the blue in your green eyes when you said you must go
College only seemed to hold all my woes
I swore it off with the rising rage of a crescendo
But then again "Blue in Green" reminded me of home

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.

In a night like this
where the whole city sleeps
lying in my bed
thinking of you in my head


When all the lights are gone
and only fireflies waiting for dawn
underneath the moon
here I am waiting for your text in the room


Everytime we are together
all of my doubts falter
never imagine this chance will come
i am in bliss for all you've done


Love was never the choice
it is always the cause
and now my heart sings and rejoice
so let's dance and have a toast


Someday you and I will reach for the skies
catch the stars and place it in your eyes
I will always be here waiting,
waiting for you while i am smiling.