Stop the lies,
there's other things to do,
better things to do,
just break the ties,
leave it all
until it safely dies,
leave it all
for someone else.

Compelled to let go
I want you to know
there is no other way
there is no better way.

There's not much honor in dying
even if you're fighting, at least trying,
save your giving
for the living.

I play make-believe nowadays, pretend that I'm not alive. It's the only way I know how not to fear death.

Not simple, not this.
Inexplicably puzzling,
The ways of the heart

Don't love me.

I love in the form of
Sobs and shakes.

I build up affection
Then I rip you open
And I tear out your heart
And feed on your feelings.

I'm a monster.
And a coward.
And if I can't have you
I'll leave you heartless
Just like me.

Touch my heart
with your starry sky
and wrap me
in your velvet black
the cries of the wicked
singing at our feet
hoping for scraps
from the holy table
beat them down
with your
righteous hand
and hold fast
to the original beliefs
dip me in your
cosmic fluid
letting it
refresh my soul
as you sit perched
to strike
any who defy you
and blame it on
a simple brain overload

For my sixteenth birthday she gave me a locket
Which I keep inside a bag, inside a box, inside of my drawer
All shiny and silver, with initials engraved
Carved on its back the date forever saved
It is resting undisturbed, never worn out
Though I try it out from time to time
Put it on by the mirror and wonder to myself
This is who I would be had things stayed the same
I shake my heavy head, unclasp it from my neck
The last piece of you at last is removed
And yes, I do try to forgive
But to this day that locket stays
Inside of a bag, in a box, at the bottom of my drawer

I don't put it on anymore

Grab your popcorn and take a seat,
Because the unraveling of my tired soul is about to play out on the screen for everyone to see.
Is this the punishment for my sins?
My heart fracturing every time I watch them leave together
My stomach crumpling every time her name rolls off his tongue
My hands itching to be that close to his, just a centimeter away from being held
I know when a ship has sailed.
It's my fault, really, for taking my time walking to the docks
The path was smooth and the sun was setting and I got caught up in the beauty of it all that by the time I realized I wanted to get on board, I was running and crying out for the captain to wait
He was gone
There's no use in diving in the water and swimming after the boat
Another one with a pretty sail and a welcoming anchor will come along soon enough, so I'll bide my time in the salty sea air
I know when a ship has sailed.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to watch it fade over the horizon.
Maybe my sins are more numerous than I thought, or maybe I was a serial killer in a past life and I'm paying the price in this one
Either way I am sore and wretched and weary hearted and just so ******* tired of
Watching another back walk out my door