I shout to the blossoms,
“Speak to us of love!”
“Tell us what’s right and what’s wrong.”
For I fear while fighting for my life,
I may have forgotten.
And you may have never known.
Their pink petals sneer at your example of compassion.
I tell them to give you a chance, just wait and they’ll see.
But they’ve lost hope, they’ve gone away.
So here I stand with your heart in my hand,
While mine lay on the floor by your bedside.
Close enough to where it needs to be,
But far enough to make it bleed.
As the blood seeps into the carpet, you complain about the stain.
Anger and despair seethe inside of me, threatening the balance.
You look the other way.
It comes spewing out in uncontrollable fire,
Putting it’s mark on everything that once glistened.
I thought the blossoms could teach us something,
I thought they could show us how to grow.
But maybe our love has a ceiling,
Maybe we’ll never know.

Why do you follow me?
Places you should not be,
Faces you should not see.
You wrap your stiff arms around frost bitten shoulders;
Shoulders that once warmed me.
You creep into the most unsuspecting of places,
Slithering and seething with sorrow.
Does she shadow you too?
Is that why you trail me, so unrelenting?
Must we seek solace together in this life?
Maybe your grip is something I cannot escape.
For you are strong and rigid in your hold,
Maybe the only thing that’s ever held me so tightly.
To fight may be useless.
To try and shine may be worthless.
So seep into my veins,
Stop the red life from flowing.
Pull me down into your lair.
Where light does not shine,
And breath is not seen.
I thought the cold had always followed me,
But, maybe that’s who I’m meant to be…

I cannot cry, the tears won't come.

I cannot speak, my words are gone.

I think they've left me in search of you.

Little do they know, you don't exist.

I've told them lies masked with fairy tales for years.

I think they've come to believe they were true.

And I think they've gone in search of you.

Once they find the person they think you are,

Try not to let them down as you did with me.

They're innocent and pure,

Not yet tainted with fallacies and deceit.

They always speak truth without fear,

They always believe in what they hear.

So here I am on my own, it’s nothing new,

For my words have left in search of you.

You may fall and rise with the tide, one with the sea,
But I stand in the middle of the squall, screaming for peace.
Crying for constancy.
Striving for security.
And it’s just like what you said it would be.
I like to pretend sometimes that I’m you, and you’re me.
You couldn’t take it, not for a second.
You’d shrivel up and blow away in the wind.
You’d float past the sea with all my unread love letters.
Water, tear, and blood stained words, jumping off the pages, screaming out in anguish.
Yelling into the salty spray, “The moon is overpowering the sun!”
Harmony is lost. The earth envelops the sky.
But don’t worry, that’s not a game we will play.
That’s not a switch to be tampered with.
For in the midst of this tempest I stand still.
I do not waver, I do not break.
It may thrash at my hair and beat at my skin.
But indestructible I stand.
As long as you are the one with the storm in your hands,
As long as you control the sun and the moon,
I’ll stand.
I’ll stand here forever until the sea is at peace,
If it is never found, and my body has broken, I will become one with the depths.
Drown in tears, or sweat, whichever has won,
It has no importance.
But I’ll stand, I’ll stand until that day,
Until the tide has taken me away.

A certain innocence fled my soul when you entered it,
Only a few can say what kind.
Little did I know the night you tied me up, it would bound me for life.
The light in your eye flickers unsteadily,
Along with your kindness and chivalry.
If life gave me a clock to do with the hands what I please,
I couldn’t be certain which way I would go.
Questions rise to the surface, breaking the still seas.
And you’re standing on the edge, looking down at someplace you don’t want to be.
With each distant moment,
Each unspoken word;
You get one step closer.
I stood here beside you on this journey.
From the frigid, bleak valleys,
To the sun kissed peaks.
We sailed through red skies on the backs of Pegasi,
Fought demons with double edged blades;
Seemingly to only hurt ourselves...
So I’ll put on a velvet dress and put on a smile,
And you take your pen and your paper and wrong our rights.
But, like an ink stain on velvet, I will never be the same.
But in the end, really, who’s to blame?