You haunt my every move
a reminder of how I failed
a reminder of what I had

Your face to his, please no more
my heartbeat drops with every kiss
do not taunt me anymore, i beg of you

I cannot remain silent forever
but for now I keep sealed lips
for your smile is good enough.

When death comes around
I'll have but one regret
you not knowing, I love you

My mental capacity is reaching its max
Ideas don't develop to their full potential like they used to, leaving them in a minor state
They can't be touched by man without it considered to be molestation
My words are virgins, seeking to be sought
But this isn't the place to be a wanted thought
The world doesn't want truth, and they're nothing but innocent
Truth is inevitable but unfortunately, it's not prevalent
We prefer the ugly in the lies, and treat it like a *****
Show it the love that is only deserved to be seen by a woman that you've taken the hands of in the face of the All Mighty.
You **** it. **** it. Lick it dry.
Oh the amount of love you're willing to show, to something like a lie
"But it's right there"
That's your only excuse
Because you're way too lazy to seek the beauty of the naked truth
We're removing the sweetness from the sugar
And the melodies from the songs
All to try to belong in a world that has no problem with moving right on along
Without us
This isn't how it's supposed to be
We're supposed to feel the softness on the rugged trunks of the trees
We're supposed to sing with the wind and hum with the bees
We're supposed to write on the skies using the ink provided by our seas
But we're not.
This is how the story goes
This is how the end unfolds
With that incomplete feeling
That undeveloped thought
Cause my words are nothing but virgins…seeking to be sought.

Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light
cutting through the love
I feel for you,
playing inside of my thoughts.
I think of their sound,
how I feel them in the air I breathe
and when I sleep,
how they call from every mountaintop
I have ever sought.

I find I am defining their promises
every morning
in the hush of silence
and as I write I welcome them
into the rooms of me.
I lend them my fingertips
to search for the sunlight
of my feelings
until I hear the words
that rhyme
with we.

A reflection of the whispers can be tasted
when it drifts in
with the morning's expectations
as if it flew from a cage
of intimacy.  
My air is filled with love
crying out to my heart
that this time it will not be broken
nor lie alone as I breathe.

Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces
outside of the lines I write,
where I can feel
your embrace.  
The strings of my heart
stand still to be strummed
into place
as the promise of your fingertips
searches for the sunlight
on my feelings' face.

When she turned her gaze upon me,
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.

I laughed and danced
and shone.

And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.