Sometimes we grow attached
to the feeling of salt in our wounds.
Sometimes we invite in
the diseases that devour our souls.

Oh yes, I see the flora
But it is black, white, and grey.
And when I close my eyes,
The colors magnify, intensify,
Until suddenly they aren't flowers anymore,
But forgotten faces, forgotten dreams
Pleading for remembrance, revival
Only to receive rejection
From this cold heart of mine.
You are the past, and I am the present!
No, they whisper, we are the future.
Where you see beauty,
I see a skeleton of lies.

Pumped full of air
Stretched to the brim
Tied with a knot
Ready for a whim

Trailing in the wind
Bobbing to the beat
Clasped in a hand
Sweaty from the heat

Oops, slipped away!
Drifted to the sky
Popped from the altitude
Never more to fly

I wish everyone would be quiet
so you could listen
and I'd be honest
and it'd be that easy
but it's not, because there's the past
and the present
and far too much time in between.

Some guys aren't worth it.

                              You rip yourself down,

           tear yourself away,

                        shed your true self to make him want you

when he's just too wild to lure in.

And then you're nothing but

                              a broken  s o u l  drifting aimlessly

                                                 in the atmosphere.

            He was {never} worth ruining yourself.

why do you feel so alone?
your rumpled bed sheets say all I need to know
about your restless nights, your insomniac eyes
the bruises on your walls can't be covered up
darkness does something to you that I can't understand
so quiet, always lost in your labyrinth mind
I'm afraid of breaking you

letting people in has never been easy for you
the locks on your doors keep more in than they keep out
what haunts you?
your fears are unknown, so you hide from the world
anxiety is tearing you down, burning your keys
you invited in what you thought would comfort you
but loneliness crippled you instead

i'd give up my smile
just so you could have one.