She wonders why she wants more
More of what she shouldn’t have
Like poison or acid in her lungs
She should not want this
She should not want him

He is the poison running through her
The acid that’s tormenting her mind
She feels his presences inside of her
But yet she does not worry
She likes the feeling of losing hope
Of losing self respect
She does not care of what she sees herself as
But of what he sees in her

His eyes burn into her soul
They have corrupted in more ways than one
And therefore will lie forever
In her veins, in her mind and in her heart

She will look back on those days
And try to see what she saw in him
She will see nothing
But only remember of what he did
His kiss, his touch, his lips lingering along her neckline
All these will come back to her
And she will not mind

For her veins, and her mind, and her heart
They will all want it back
But now it will be to late
She has grown up and seen what he really is
A corrupter of the mind
Of the heart and of the veins that run threw her system
He will be there forever
And there’s nothing she can do

But she does not mind
For she wants him
No matter how he has possessed her
And has ruined her forever
She still wants the devil
And he still wants her soul

I think I saw you in my sleep
as you held me close, you did not keep
the quiet whispers in your heart
flutter around the room like a dove
upon these words I faintly saw
the loneliness inside your heart
it did not move, it did not creep
it did not speak
it sat there at the edge of the bed
with sweet sorrows among it’s head
it lowered it’s eyes to the floor
and said “I cannot take this anymore”
and once the loneliness fell
and hit the ground
you lifted my head and kissed me so
softly letting me go
I see you now in my dreams
as I sleep
as I sleep

time is a fickle thing, we have to lean to be patience
we can watch the minutes go by
but in the end all we want is those minutes back
to use them exploring who we really are
and what we really mean to the people we love
time can get in the way of things
days, weeks, months can tear people apart
and it can also bring them closer than ever before
time is a fickle thing, but it's really all we have in the end

i can picture this how i want to
i can see you there
with rose petals in your hands
and your love for me on your chest
i can see you walking towards me
with confidence in hand
i can see us together
lying next to one another
and staying like this forever

pardon me,

my imagination gets carried away

it's nice to see your name flash on my phone every once in a blue moon

it's nice to know that if we have a conversation i have to be the one to start it, always

it's nice to know that you are thinking of me when you never text or call

it's nice to know that i actually mean something to you



i think i forgot the definition of the word 'nice'

if you could read my mind,
would you want to know what i am thinking?
would you be to nervous to even try?
would you want to know why there is a twinkle in my eye?
would you want to know how it feels to be with you right now?
would you want the honest truth?

or

would you sit and hide from true feelings?
run scared of commitment?
be an ******* because of it?

if only

right?

hello again,
do you remember me?
i missed those blue eyes,
and that crooked smile

goodbye again,
and again,
and again.