I think we're stuck in a perpetual, comfortable, beautiful state of
"I don't know".
What we have is a gorgeous free fall,
A comfortable conundrum of
Messy kisses,
and
Confused hands,
and
Very good acting.
We've gotten so wonderful at pretending;
At turning ourselves inside out for each other to find new places to explore.
But, somehow, I love how beautiful I've let this mess become.
I love the unsaid words,
I love this little universe we've built for ourselves.
I love our little "I don't know".
We've made something so incomprehensible even I can't find the words for us.
But, I've made it home, I suppose.
And I'd miss it if it went away.
-I love our little enigma.

There once was a blade
That made the pain fade
The little girl weeped in shame.
  Mr.Blade put her in the hall of fame
Death was the only friend that came
She suffered but no one knew her name
You made her feel worthless that's so lame
You thought this was just a game
She was never the same
She is now gone And you are to blame

Pain pain go away
For I am not okay
You have taken over my life
You even have control of this knife
Consume me until I have nothing left
You are committing the crime of theft
  Pain pain go away
For I am not okay
Oh look you know hold a gun
I have no need to run
Your so much bigger take my last breath as you pull the trigger.