The light bulbs
Of the body
They can give
And take away light
But always burn the
Brightest in the
Darkest Rooms

Broken hands built the house
Broken bottles buried the owner

Of all the things
I should have avoided
Her lips were the first
But the way my name
Rolled off her tongue
How could I resist?

I fell for a girl with a glass heart
And watched as she  
Slowly fell apart
Picking up the pieces
And putting her back together
Meant knowing that she
Wouldn't do the same
No matter how much I helped her
Despite the cuts she left
On my hands
I wouldn't have wished
For he to be made of gold
Because instead of being
A caring canvas
I would have been the coal
Sacrificed in order
To make her glow

The history of our skin
Remains the same
Because our scars tell
The stories we could
Never tell
But when they heal
I’ll cut all ties to the past
And live in the present

I never believed in ghosts
Until she told me to move on
I’ve been sticking to the shadows
Of the past, trying to bring to life
What once made me feel so alive
I often wonder, when love fades away
Did it ever exist in the first place
Or was it the ghost of something
That died long ago

I know that words
Shouldn’t hurt me
But you’re mouth
Is a loaded gun
And every bullet
Has my name on it

Learn to live your own life
Before you teach someone else
How to live theirs

It’s ironic that I
Grew up to do all
The things I said I
Would never do when
I was younger