if i can shrink a single person to microscopic size and allow access to the deep recesses of my brain it would be you, yes I could talk and think all day long and only you would be the one to hear, but there are still parts of my brain that I wont let you in, the part where it has these fantasies of stroking your short fingers which you're so insecure about, the part of my brain with the fantasy of me telling you your fingers are beautiful and brush off any kind of protest from your part because I am thoroughly convinced that you are beautiful; you are beautiful and I don't mean I have been convinced I mean I believe, I believe in the single truth that you are beautiful and lovable and all things good, despite your demons and the things that make your life a hell sometimes, and most of the time in those days I just want to be a guardian angel and bring you back to earth. I wouldn't let you in the part of my brain where the angry thoughts lie because yes I have been frustrated at you sometimes but not you; I am angry at the things and people and places that make you forget that you are human, that you are worthy and loved; I am angry at the voices that tell you sometimes that you are a ******* because hearing those words from you was the most painful thing and I am angry, angry at them and you and myself, and id rather not have you see my anger; but I know you wouldn't want that because you want to be inside my head as much as I want to be in yours I hope I hope this is not a delusion. I don't want you to see the part of my brain where we lie in your squeaky bed and you climb up to me with your breath hot in my face; I don't want you in those parts of my brain because they shouldn't exist, but who am I to judge something's existence when it is already present in the first place, and I am quite **** sure that someday I will crack and let you in all those parts of my head anyway, and I will be helplessly looking at you get in those cracks and freeze and slowly back away with the saddest "i'm sorry" smile of all

Once, I had my heart broken
Once was all it took
Left everything I knew
Sailed off on a grain ship
To see the ocean
And to forget your face

Hardened me right up
Callused my hands
Callused my heart
I even took a liking to the sea
It washed out the memory of you
Well, it did
For a good while

I was hauling on a line
Unloading cargo into port
Muscles straining, when I saw you
Standing on the docks
Felt a hot pain
As the rope tore a large callus
From my hand
Exposing a tender, burning flesh underneath

Three years hadn't hardened me up one bit

I wrote a poem for you, it cried
I painted a picture but it lied
I made a movie of still images
complete with the music I bled
Still, it left so many things unsaid
It wasn't enough for you
It wasn't enough for me
The path unspoken, forever broken
is so easy, in blindness, to see
Another day, someone's heartbeat
washes up silently upon the shore
beached upon an unforgiving earth
they think of Life no more
Each battle scar carved upon flesh
in a moment of Self Flagellation
is an answer to a deeper question
beyond our own imagination
I see you curled upon the floor
I bleed for you, I've been there before
You feel like its not worth it
This Life you have been given
But before you cut it down
Why don't you try living?

Never doesn’t last very long

There is a place outside society
Where I want spend my residual years

There is a place outside religion
Where I want to worship my gods

There is a place outside art
Where I want to donate my heart

And maybe I'll be happy
Maybe I won't but it's better than this

There's a place where is doesn’t smell like teen spirit
Where people have got summer time happiness
As for identity, we transcend it.

Never doesn’t last very long

There's a place where outsiders go to fit in
There's a place where wannabes go to be an artist’s muse
There's a place where the devout go to sin
There's a place where protesters go to use
There's a place where individuals go to be the same
There's a place where fighters go to become lovers
There's a place that makes celebrity inane

I never want to be like that
I never want to fit in
I never want to be type cast
I never want to be a stereotype
I will never be what I don’t want to be

But

Never doesn't last very long

Hello, can you hear me?
Lately it seems that
I’m always the one standing here
Waiting for you to say
Those words of love, for attention
In reply to my precious words
Repeatedly, I’ve said them lately
Yet you haven’t said them at all
I always have to **** or poke you
Or think of something fascinating to say
Just hoping to catch your eye
I might be yours, but still
Do you ever think of me throughout your day?

Shrugging me off and not saying a word
Hurts a little, each and every time you do so
Busy bee you may be
But you said I was a priority
Yet it seems I have been left behind
Lately you only want to talk or pay attention to me
When it’s convenient for you
I'm a human being, don't you see
I feel for you more than you know

Realize that even just a couple of words
From you fills me with complete glee
I strive to keep you happy
Whenever I need you
Many times throughout a day
When I feel tired and lonely
All I want is you to comfort me
I just want your love, so please…
Could you say something?
Love me just a little more, keep me in your heart

Give me some of your time please
I've been patient, but I can't wait forever
Putting in the effort is your job too
I'm tired of feeling like a fool
Just for needing you

Tell me you love me, it's all I want to hear
Those words of sweetness
Let them fall from your lips
Caress my cheek with your fingertips
Look me in the eye and don't flinch