Is it scary? How safer I feel with the dark?
That I always went for the kids, and never the park?
Trapped by people on the other side. Who loved the outside, and not the inside.
What is light? Its strangeness cases me to hide.
And run back to the shadows, where I usually fall back, and abde.
But, if I decide to ride the rollercoaster? Light or dark ride?
Do I need to close my eyes? Pretend my shadows are by my side?
Is it bad that I have more than one shadow? If I said I didn’t, I lied.
Sneezing, I flinch, and close my eyes. Embracing the light, the same rules are applied.
I’d run into the dark with no thought of light, but what if there is someone new that I have not met?
What if she wants me to give you my shadows? And I fall into her bright, but gloomy net?
What if I trade my soul for her dark light? What if she wants to wager? Wants to bet?
What if she makes me believe that the dark is not bad after all? So her presence I’ll let.
No rules are set… yet.
I need to forget everything that I have been told. She would want me to leave my thoughts of light to join her life.  
Dark, irresistible features. Beautiful, but cold. She would want me to leave my place here, to be her wife.
But that’s no life.
Look at the dark in me. Look at what could be my light.
I know that I put the darkness there. I know that it’s a self-inflicted fight.
Will I ever turn my darkness to light? My moon to Sun?
Will every shadow, every part be gone? Every single one?
With my thoughts of light as my enemy, my ally. Strength, and weakness. Will I stand or run?
When all my light goes dark, or all my dark goes light, will the war be done?
Who will be the one who won? Am I the one? Who’ll be entirely light? Or dark? Who will choose all or none?
I guess that I am lark and dight. I guess both is right. I will be unmarried, but still be a wife.
But that’s no life.

I'm sorry.
That I made you love me, when I didn't love myself.
That you showed me your vulnerability because I made you think that there was no one else.
I'm sorry for laughing, when I should have been crying.
For leaving, and running away, when it was my fault all along.
For making you feel like you weren't good enough, and everyone else was right, and you, wrong.
That I made you think you were bad for me, when it was the other way around.
I'm sorry.
For misleading you, and making you lost, when you wanted to be found.
For hurting you, when I swear I just wanted to love you.
I'm sorry I let you think anyone could touch you, or that there were some above you.
That I whispered poems of love, but I had ambivalent feelings.
For reopening, and worsening all your cuts, and wounds, that I should have been healing.
That I was closed off. That we wasted each other’s time.
For pretending that I was soft. For only making sense in my rhyme.
I'm sorry.
That I kept my promise of not breaking promises, and instead, I broke your heart.
That I robbed you from experiencing true love, and that my intentions were not good from the start.
I'm sorry for making you think that everything was okay, and then doing the unthinkable.
For letting you believe in me, when I should have let you know that I was broken, and unpredictable.
That now, you don’t trust anybody. That you think it’s better not to put yourself out there.
For making you not want to love again. For making you feel like you had to share.
That it’s not fair. I'm sorry again. I know I don’t deserve to, but I think of you every day.
I'm sorry that I always ruin everything, and now that’s all I can say…
I'm sorry.

The wait.
Is what I hate.
Do I go or not?
One or four fruit?
Quick! Before they all rot.
“Wait”, he says. “Wait”, she says.
But my patience is eaten by fear.
It doesn’t make any sense. Every nerve is tense.
Tell me the end is near.
When the end arrives, has my end only begun?
An end to the boring wait, but the end to my fun?
Stop being indecisive. Stop with the “I don’t know”.
Determines if in the end I do live. It’s not a way for me to live.
Tell me all your thoughts and feelings. And in return, my emotions will show.
Make it end! Make it start! Even if I have to change.
Tell me if we end up together or apart.
For you, what do I have to exchange?
My heart?
Friends.
The end has come. It’s no longer near.
Did I get what we wanted? Or what I deserve?
At this point, I honestly don’t care.
The wait.
Is what I hate.
But if it means getting you back...start it over my dear.
One or four fruit? As I sit in the waiting chair.

Your touch is like something from above
How come you have me wrapped up in something called love?
It’s what I’ve been trying to avoid
But when I started talking to you all my plans were destroyed
Why does this mean so much?
All these emotions from just one touch
Face like an angel, eyes purer than the sea
You have no idea what you mean to me
You are my baby and you will always be
You are my baby and the source of my sanity
I can’t share you, I’m sorry I’ve tried, but I’m selfishly in love
Love, good explanation of how I’m hellish, but it’s enough
A lot of definitions of love, but compared to my feelings, they make no sense
If we could only change the past, I'd remove my fence
Only I could go back in time, give my past self some advice
I’d say not to take advantage of how you made the bad things in my life nice
I’d say you never know what you have until it’s gone, so stop all your wars
I’d say because in the future, your baby won’t be gone, it’s just that your baby won’t be yours
Trust me it hurts way more when you know you could’ve prevented it
So I’d say to keep loving you with all the love I got, and to stop all my ****
Just wanted to say I love you, that’s it
And it increases every day, not just a tiny, but a little bit

I don’t want to laugh if it’s not with you.
I don’t want to smile if it’s not with you.
My love for you...it’s air.
I can’t live without it,
It keeps me going.
It’s scary what I’m feeling.
I’m not sure of a lot of things,
Except for you.
My feelings are air as the real we breathe.
You actually change the speed of my heart.
Pools for eyes, touch to drive me mad, and to get anything you want, you know to use your smile.
Not perfect to you, but perfect to me. Flawless. If not...perfect flaws. Hair. Highlight of my day.
Why is it, that the thought of you makes me lose my self control?
Even though i’m not, i can't think straight.
I can’t hide my feelings for you.
First and last thought of the day. First but never last on my list…
But if there’s only one on my list...then aren’t you last?
Would you believe me, or laugh if I said you're the fairest of them all
Your laugh does wonders. Your touch does miracles. Your smile keeps me sane.
Everytime I see you, I feel like i'm flying. But it’s weird because i know that i'm falling.
If I had one wish in the world, no hesitation it’d be to see you everyday
Given the chance, I’d listen to your heartbeat on repeat.
You always stood apart from the rest.
Just let me, and i'll love you. Even when i hate myself...maybe even more
I know I can’t live without air...but i’ll rather have you.
You’re the one I need for sure.

She fell in the hole again
But this time she knew where she fell
She embraced the shadows, the dark, her end
Her old, and newest demons as well
In the hole again, with another knife in her back
Why did she never learn?
Back again, she'll come.
But with a third knife in her back.
Always on the wrong track.
She wants to go back but she can't turn
She'd keep touching the fire knowing she'd get burned

Medicine on the floor.
Medicine by the door.
Wait. What for?
It’s going to work? Are you sure?
Sure, I need more…
More, of what I can pour.
Pour, upon the poor. Of which I need to ask for
Medicine wasted. Is that something new? Or…
The reason why I’m feeling sore.
But I know from my core, that I need more…
Medicine to be on the floor.
Medicine to be by the door.
For something in my life to be sure.