the tears are falling from more
than just my eyes.
they are falling from
my soul.
-a.c.b

It was perfect before I had a name
I knew she was my wing-ridden angel the very moment my eyes were blessed
she laughs when she wants to cry
and her smile
it only gets deeper
she still holds the pieces of her broken halo...

once again I talk about wolves
because everyone has their problems
yes I do
and I've seen them circling fangs out
when I closed my eyes and made my peace with god
that moment
that moment lasted forever
and ever since I left it I am only trying to get back

yes i do remember when darkness was so constant I forgot about light
yes, I know how it changed me
she was the only beautiful thing I've ever known

Heaven sent me an angel
that's the only way
I wish I was holding her now
I wish I could tell her I love her
maybe I can
once again we talk about wolves
outside its raining
I love the rain

i’ve always loved the rain.
but today was different.
today the rain wasn’t hydrating me,
the rain was drowning me.
poundingpoundingpounding
so hard yet
i couldn’t get up,
just laid there under a smoky sky
a monotone grey
letting the raindrops hit me,
one by one a pinprick
a sting
of the cold water on my bare stomach.
i couldn’t speak, couldn’t move,
couldn’t breathe,
yet at least it reminded me
i am still alive.
-a.c.b

do you know how annoying it is
to have to ******* remind yourself
to be happy?
-a.c.b

i’m convinced that
i have met an angel in real life,
wings spread and
halo glowing,
lips soft like
the sheets we’re tangled in
sweet like honey, showered
with stars from above
i am
entrapped, ensorcelled
by all that you are.
-a.c.b

I don't want you to need me

I know you're independent
You can do it on your own
You're in charge of your own life
and you set the tone

But how does breakfast in bed sound
for every Sunday wake up
Or maybe some reassurance
You're beautiful with no make up

You can explore the world alone
But why not take me with you
I pack snacks for car rides
and a road trip is overdue

You can buy yourself roses
Every Friday after work
but isn't it a bit better
if I delivered them with a smirk

I guess my point is
I know things would turn out okay
If you were by yourself
You'd be fine at the end of the day

But isn't it more fun
Cooking dinner with me
Don't you think we have a shot
At really being happy

Life alone can have excitement
but often has a lack thereof
so let me be your companion
And let's fall in love

I don't want you to need me
I need you to want me

it's terrifying
to pour your heart, your soul
the parts of yourself that
could break you,
into something that is not so much of a thing
but instead a piece of your very
being,
and have it turned down,
rejected,
spit on.
how do you recover
from such a loss?
-a.c.b