She is a tapestry of ink, a creation
That is painted upon, beauty defined
Upon the flowing shades on skin.

Individuality,each creation apart
Of her being, hued in places, mellow
Majestic forms upon a canvass of skin.

She is the muse of her creations that
Show the beauty within.

everything smells like you
and I'm so ******* tired
of crying in my car
because I liked a boy who
tore his own heart out
just so he could forget
his own mortality
and knowing you won't ever
be with me here again
like this
and all we have is now
Makes me so sick
so sick and so tired
but if I do sleep
I may not wake up in time
to see you go
so please don't be angry
because I am just so, so
tired

My hearts wants you
   Mind says forget you
    I can't decide
    WHat's better for me
    To destroy myself
    No

I am hoping this love will come to an end soon
Cease to exist in only one mind
Because love gets lonely too
It is a lot easier to share an arrow than you might think
The equally experienced pain, sharing in comfort for one another
Loving someone is giving them the map of your weaknesses
And hoping they do not abuse their right to explore
Our love was a perfect amount of splattered paint
Branded on life's bland canvas
We allowed color to flow from our veins
But I am standing in a pool of only red
I fell through the cracks in your skin and that is where I remain
I am hoping this love will come to an end soon
Because though love is such an exquisite thing
It is not as beautiful, when you are only looking at one half
Of the whole picture

You were to me as a pear on a shelf
In a sterile world, claimed friend to my health.
At first sight, yellow, spotted like the rest,
A little more so, (they say those are the best)
So I picked you out, wrapped in my plastic love,
I took you home; you were attractive enough.
I touched you, cold, weathered leathery skin,
From the several storms you stayed tethered in.
But I didn't mind the flaws you presented;
I held you, bit softly, your smooth skin consented.
You filled me with sugar, smelling sweet and yet biting,
Dripping, so wet in the half-hindered lighting.
Gritty and crisp like a World War II gunner,
Yet syrupy sweet like an indulgent summer.
As time welcomed shadows, I chewed to your core;
your succulent nature was less than before.
Silent in sorrow, I gazed at the truth:
Stringy and course, your manner uncouth.
Thus, as with most, you cannot sustain
Someone biting deep, digging into your brain,
For a bitter brown core is all that remained,
And your friendly façade was never the same.

“You just need to know this is the first time I’ve ever done this without looking for an exit row.
And I’m pretty sure my seat can’t float but I’ve already fallen from the sky for you,
Already said no to the parachute,
Already told my mother you curse like a sailor and you love like the war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock in the harbor and you’re screaming my name.
You’re screaming “honey”
and I’m screaming “don’t trip”
and you’re screaming “honey honey”
and I’m screaming “baby don’t fall down”
I am running for your red lips
I am running for your red heart
With my red heart
Red as a Mississippi sunset
Honey”

Come on, kiss me and please shuts up.
Don't leave me alone, i'm cold.
Come on, and stay quiet.
Why lie? We are alone.

To be honest, I'm not here to be liked.
I'm hurts and i'm afraid,
I'm not here to love you either.

I saw the depths of your heart,
That leads us to nothing.

Leaves lit for the ghosts.
We are good in your home, come on.
If you want to play we can expect the worst.

Glasses of wine.
I have nothing to tell you.
Come and kiss me.
Please.
That leads us to nothing.