my eyes have seen sights that are beautiful as hell
and even if i didn't travel, it's just as well, just as well
because i've seen your face
and now i never want to leave this place

you were a tiny mistake
created from something broken

it was not the right time

i could not keep you
and my sanity
and my sanctity
simletaneously

it was not the right time

i did what i had to
i did what i could
i took you
and stopped you
and thought it was good

it was not the right time

but i saw you
i saw you
i saw you
and it was a mistake

it was not the right time
it was not the right time

and all the king's horses
and all the king's men
couldn't put us back together again

i can't believe those words
came tumbling out of your mouth
i cant breathe

we talk
you say
"you're too pretty to cry"
and you wipe the tears from my face
yet you're the reason these tears fall
in the first place

i wish you hadn't
of done that
but i forgive you
please don't leave me
i just can't lose you

you're the Light of my Life
my Sun and Stars
you kiss away and heal all of my scars
what you did was rash
and incredibly dumb
but i understand
i've been down that road
i've been that someone

i wish you hadn't
of done that
but i forgive you
please don't leave me
i just can't lose you

you deserve to be happy
you deserve to think high of yourself
you deserve to have fun
even if i'm not included

i wish you hadn't
of done that
but i forgive you
please don't leave me
i just can't lose you
i just can't lose you

I feel more at home

in your bed

than I do

in mine

I am a musician.
I do not write.
I compose.
I can tell you the tempo of my heart
And how it shifts from adagio to allegro
When I see your face.
How the crescendo of your smile
Creates a symphony in my mind.
How the lilts of your voice are melodies
I will never forget.

I am a musician.
I am not a poet.
I cannot compare thee to a summer's day
But what I can do is compare you to a piece of complete harmony
And consonance.
I can tell you the names of the chords you strike through my veins
When you look me in the eyes.
I cannot turn words into poetry or love
But I can sing you love songs until my voice runs dry.

I am a musician.
I cannot write.
I can strum you like a guitar and make you hum.
I can make you sing sweet melodies when I run my fingers down your spine.
I can tell you how cacophonous my life is without you.
I can tell you how the melody in a monophonic composition feels
When you're gone.
I can feel the syncopation when we are in a fight.

I am a musician.
I am not a poet.
I cannot put into words how I feel about you.
But I can sure as hell try
In this word sonata of thoughts.

what if
when you leave
you don't come back
when you travel
the rest of the world
with your backpack
i am sad
that you are leaving
for quite some time
i will be alone
and stuck
but i'll say "i'm fine"
when i am actually not
when i am missing you
at 2 a.m.
when i am wrought
with stress and fear
when you are there and i am here
you say nothing will change
but how do you know?
how can you be sure
our love won't go?
how can you be sure
that our love won't travel
like you will
for those four months?
how will i know
on your journey
of self-discovery
that you will discover
not only who you are
but that
you don't need my love anymore?