black chipped nail polish
first time regrets
didn't give a ****
I was sharing your breath
tears are not clear
when they're stained on your skin
permanent scratches
only seen from within
deep ******* love poems
tore them to shreds
burnt your stupid finger prints
off of my bed

Don't forget to tell me your favorite song
because that's the last part of you I can hold on to
& when you walk on for good
I hope you know I'll walk the isle
& I'll walk off that cliff
to your favorite song

repetitive words drip off your tongue
and I can't help that you drool in your sleep
but the nonsense to me is complete sense
maybe we sleep talk a different language

don't want what you have to give me
don't want what's in your hand
because what you have to give me
just sits there on a stand
a stand of  easy breathing
and a sign that reads "take one"
but I hate easy breathing
so I choose to take none
from a bowl full with affection
overflowing as we speak
but this one sided bowl of affection
hears no words coming from me
so when you ask about the glass
Half empty or half full
I say "take another look at the glass"
it only belongs to you

heavy eyes
      treating the blue skies
as their demise
        a lot like a knife
taking a life
        of something not alive

Sit there silent but you want to scream
you're pouring your drink past the brim and it's bound to spill
you spill more than you poured ending up more than empty
you tried to keep the lid on for too long
And now you're bad you're going worse than ever
And you're leaking
a never ending dripping sensation of emptiness
But how can you be empty when you're dripping of a feeling worse than emptiness itself

Now we're both strangers in our old lovers body
Full of forgotten conversation and that thought in the back of our heads
Because I know your mask is slipping and we both want to bring up past memories
But our tounge leaves them on the tip to be a sudden reminder that we can't shake
But we do shake it just like we shake hands and a lot like how our bodies use to shake
And then we walk along feeling more pain than the first time we said goodbye