You like to set things
up so nicely.
What's the matter, dear?
Hiding something behind
that persistent snear?
Coming off cold
and treating everyone
Indifferently.
It must be awfully lonesome
sitting atop that thrown.
Don't you know,
Everyone has their own crown?
Am I giving myself away?
Either way,
You will never bring me down.
Don't frown.
It's not nice to fall
short with the game
you helped create.

Tell me all of your
favorite games
And I'll spend my
days and nights finding
all the cheat codes
but only in exchange
of you touhing me
in places that curl my toes.
This forbidden fruit
could rule kingdom's that
no man with another man
ever could dream of.
My face isn't perfect,
my body is no mold
for billboards or magazines.
My heart is scarred,
my mind is a war field.
But these hands
could bring life while
touching your treasured places.
And this soul
is filled with tulips and dandelions that would take a lifetime to memorize.

Red rose,
Red rose,
Where did you go?
Red rose,
Red rose,
Did you know?
They can be blue too.
Red rose,
Red rose,
I'm starting to believe
That those
have nothing on you
and your pretty soul.

Don't take that as
an insult,
you are there too.
Like a little seasoning,
Paprika perhaps,
a little flavoring so
the heart won't stop.
But that's just
something I've grown used to.

I'd like to give
into your little plans
but honestly,
where will that leave us to stand?
Other than you,
I have always been
on my own.
By choice or not,
the silence is the only
friend I need.
And while you think you're a winner,
my mind is filled mostly
with thoughts of
having McDOnald's for dinner.

Too bad there isn't photoshop
for your once beautiful heart.

Snakes are vicious,
snakes are wild,
snakes are pretty
when you're a child.
Snakes like to bite
anything close by.
Snakes are crazy,
with a mindset,
they aren't lazy.
Snakes like to sliver,
snakes give you shivers.
Snakes are mean,
snakes are fine.
Snakes no longer hurt
this heart of mine.
Snakes are resentful,
I wouldn't say regretful.
Snakes are beautiful,
snakes are kind.
Snakes are delusional.
Like in the way
they have 'mistake'
written in their eyes,
halfway through eating
their own body of disguise.

But I'd much rather say,
At least your mistakes
Didn't turn me into a snake.

You may find
that everything is partial sublime.
It's not that I'm not alright
or that I'm not fine.
You put on a good show.
I guess you learned
from the best about 5 years ago.
I don't not feel anything for you,
unlike the way you do.
I don't blame you for not forgiving me.
I don't blame you for wanting to get back at me.
So between these lines
you can clearly understand,
I won't forget the good times
because I wasn't the only one
that had to pay for past crimes.
I hate to see you got so bitter,
But I only have hope that you get better.
I hope a lot for you.
But I dunno,
That's just something people
with big hearts that learn forgiveness
tend to do.

After all the drugs we had tasted,
you by far
was the best a guy like me
could get him wasted.
Eyes dilated,
hands shaky,
heart racing.
I'd fling my arms all around
but in all these spaces,
you were never to be found.
So I search for new and
dilating was to find
both your faces.

how sad it must be
to be as fake as thee.
im glad that it was worth it
to be snakes to the ones
that dont deserve it.
i hope that one day
you teach your kids that
mistakes are easy to be made.
i hope that one day
you find it in you to stop
being the selfish lover you love to be.
and i hope one day
you find it in you to understand
there is beauty in everyone,
even when you think you're a burnt out star.
forgive me for still caring,
maybe one day you'll need someone
and realize i will always be there.
it probably makes me stupid,
borderline pathetic.
but unlike you,
i dont have to fake it to make it.

dont trust a
boy
that fills you
with lies
that in
one day and
in another life
and another time
you would
be made for him
and he would be
gay
dont trust a
boy
with crystal clear
and sleepy eyes
he will only laugh
when he sees
that he made
you cry
so trust me
dont believe a
boy
that brings a
belief of
a new life
when he has
already met the
girl he will
call wife

I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

In another life,
what if I didn't take
the joke so seriously?
What if I would have been
your friend?

Would I have been
the one to hold
your hand?
Would I have been
the one who you'd
hold in your lap,
a kiss on the cheek,
and a quick 'snap'
from the camera?
Would I have been
the one with a
tattoo on my hand
similar to the one
on yours?

In another life,
what if I hadn't
broken your heart
and cheated from the start?
What if I didn't ruin
your trust issue's and
just had let it go?

Would I be the one
you'd marry?
Would we have that
white picket fence,
big house to match the
big family we dreamed of?
Would I have been
the one to
make you so proud?

In another life,
what if I
was a little nicer?
What if I was a
little braver?

Would it have
made a difference
if I gave you those
booklets of highlighted
places to go visit?
Would it have helped
if I was a little
prettier?
What about if I
was a whole lot more
thinner?

In another life,
who would we all be?
Would I have met you all,
and would you have
let me fall
so dangerously
and cruely?

And would you
make up the three ghosts
that haunt me and
know me the most?

you have a weird
button nose;

sometimes i want
to punch it,

sometimes i want
it to fight for dominance
with the weird nose
that i have

(i'd let you win)

the way your
bottom and top
teeth line up perfectly
sometimes makes your
bottom lip pertrude.

(which i would nibble
to get your attention)

I normally find that
just a little
offsetting on people.

But with you,
it leaves your face
looking like an
adorable pout.

(which i would memorize
while waiting for
the sun to rise)

It is round,
it is flat.
It has muscles,
it has fat.
Don't ever let
anybody make you believe
that the way you look
is reason enough
to never know
the beautiful soul
that lives inside
the most unique
place you could
ever call
home.

My hair is a mess
but it's not like I'm trying
to impress.
Tossed to the side,
wind thrown down the middle.
Hands ran throught it
out of frustration,
sometimes even the reason
for a cancellation.
It's crinkled and tangled,
it's ugly like my cankles.
Pulled and tugged
by the different men
that I either
had or hadn't loved.
Visions of myself
with long and flowy hair,
only to see if
it would have made
you care.