My heart has one big gaping hole
You were exactly what I was waiting for.
How do I go on to explain to myself that Love does exist,
when each time I thought I found it,
Cupid took my arrow connected to your heart
and stuck it in someone else's back.

I want you to want me as a person
Please, do not compare me to sunsets
do not tell me that I am perfect,
or that you cannot live without me.

I am only a person
I am not a miracle, I am not your savior.
I am a person with thoughts, feelings, and flaws.

I can't save you,
but I'll be there for you as your side-kick
to help you save yourself.
You will fall,
and I will tell you to stand up,
but I can't make you. You have to want to stand up.

One day,
you will realize you are your own Hero
and I am just the factor that reminded you of that.

So don't depend on me.
Don't envision me to be something I am not,
because if I ever leave you,
you'll only see me as the Villain.

The other night, there was a unfamiliar Bug in my bedroom.
I saw it, and panicked. I went to get some tissue to be rid of it.
The Bug, of course, was minding it's own business, crawling along side my wall. Yet, I was afraid of it.
I wanted it gone.
So I killed it
Without a second thought.

Later that night, I laid in bed
I started thinking about the Bug that I killed out of fear.
I thought to myself, "What gives me the right to **** something, just because I am afraid of it?"

I'm hurting and it's cold outside.
Is it just me,
or is this frost bite developing faster than it should?
Or are your hands just cold enough to induce it?
I'm becoming numb.
I would put my hands by your heart for warmth
but what's the use?
My hands would turn stone cold in a matter of seconds.

Please, stop looking at me with those beating eyes
they're mocking me and making me shiver.
Do you hear that? Are my teeth chattering?
I can't tell with you trying to kiss me.
You breathing down my neck is giving me goose bumps,
as your voice leaves frost bite down my spine.

With every shiver
every shake
I'm afraid my bones may break.
Every time you touch me, it's so cold it hurts.
but you are my guilty pleasure.

As cold as you are,
I would still touch you, naked.
I would risk hypothermia if it meant I could kiss you
before I froze.
I would spend all night long,
lying in the snow to feel closer to you.
I would take on a blizzard
if it meant being able to hear your voice
one last time.

Your Beauty, Your Scent
is an everlasting sensation.
How could someone look as if they have been kissed by the Sun,
but raised by the Moon?
You're different.
Something I have never experienced before,
and I hope to never stop.
Your words rain down on me with such force,
I can barely stand it.
You're so cruel,
but in the most beautiful way possible.
You put salt into my wounds, then bandage me up.

Can you hear my thoughts?
the way they shout at you
with intense love
It makes me wonder
why my heart won't let me speak them.

Truthfully,
I don't care whether I live or die.
If there will be a tomorrow,
or if now is my last moment.
But I care,
just enough to see you smile.
I don't know what that means to you,
but I know what that means to me.

This world is Sad.
But you're not what makes it so.
You are what it looks like to feel worth while.
Being apart of your world,
makes me so mad living in mine.

I'm ready to journey to the stars
but are you ready to watch me leave?

You keep screaming my name
with a voice of terror,
but each time you do
it slowly drifts away
and that frightens me
deep into my bones,
I shake.
What happens when I can't hear your voice anymore?
When your calls finally
stop beckoning my name,
what happens to me?

The birds are singing
All is calm.
The wind doesn't even blow.
Everyone is still asleep.

For them, I weep.
A tear, for everyone of them.

For I, cannot judge them
with a night like tonight.

It was cold
and it was grey.

Just like the ground you hit your head on.

Your soft lips spoke of truth
when I did not know
of right and wrong
but I'll be long gone
by the time your words can reach my thoughts
that I, myself
still don't understand

Where is the Man with the Blue face?
Where is the Man, that is thinking of my name?

Where are the Flowers,
that look like our fate?
They grow and grow and grow
only for us.

Where is the Bride, who was left at the alter?
Where is the Man who told you he loved you?

I'm looking for him. He owes me a favor.

Why can't you give me one last chance?
Ask me to have this last dance.
Our feet will move with the beat of our hearts.
Yours slowly,
and mine fast paced.

Perpetual Sadness
Unbreakable madness
I'm holding onto something
I should've let go of
A long time ago

A spotless mind
Permanently, or so
Forgetting
I am not who I was
I don't remember her

I'm letting you know
I'm moving on now
I'm forgetting what was
And I'll meet you in the Garden

With the Angels watching over us.
I'll meet you there.

I had a dream last night we were picking flowers in our garden and then you asked me to come inside.
The door was open and the lights were off, and there were dimly lit candles around the house.
The smell of rain came from every direction and we looked at each other, taking in one big breath.
You held my hand in yours and gently kissed it before taking a seat.
I sat next to you admiring your smile and gazing at all the flowers we had picked.
You were drawing circles on your notepad.
Circles and circles and circles.
This is our home.
But it's getting dark out now and the candles are burning out. Where do we go from here?

Down by the river,
a girl sings her song
about the lost and the ******.
It's a cycle, looping itself.

Down by the river,
she watches it flow
all on her own, with nowhere to go.

The lost and the ******
never felt so close to home.
Down by the river,
no one knows,
the girl who sings her song
floats to the sea.

Down by the river,
an old man goes,
"Where does this current go? Does anyone know?"

The river whispers back, with the musical voice of the girl
"Oh shouldn't you know? It takes us back home."

I fell in love with a daydreamer
His touch was soft
and his voice was warm.

He was fragile,
innocent,
but not always a saint.

A troubled soul since birth
born on the wrong side of the spectrum.

Happiness is only a Dream to him
These Dreams come in powerful waves.

This is why his head remains
up in the clouds
because if he can't be happy here,
at least he's happy on the other side.

I envy that.