with every
breath you
take i
wonder
how can
someone so
beautiful
be so
sad?

he is sitting three feet away from me
and i can feel his hand rattling the table
as he spins another masterpiece.
he is concentrated,
as am i,
and i know he is stealing glances at
the way my pencil scratches furiously across this page.
i am mesmerized
by the way his hair falls across his face as
he lets his heart do the drawing.
with that slight frown on his face i can't
help but wonder how anyone could leave that boy alone?
darling,
i know, together
we would be even more beautiful than
the art we both create.

so at the end of the day
turns out the lightbulb broke.
extinguishing all light,
turned my dreams to smoke.
throughout the years i’ve learned
there’s no monster underneath my bed,
if you didn’t already know,
he lives up in my head.
he claws at my brain,
pushes tears out of my eyes,
makes me soil the truth
by telling these lies.
he has the string and i’m the puppet ,
just thought you should know
i mean it when i say
i’m at an all-time low.
as the rain pours down
so do the tears down my face,
ripped the diamonds from my neck
and tore apart my lace.
glued the headphones in my ears,
pulled away from the people who care,
“doesn’t matter.” he whispers.
“they were never going to be there.”
so he’s made a home for himself
up there in my head,
Farmer Joe, there’s a reason
all your sheep are dead.