does it really matter in the world today
does anybody listen to what we have to say
do they really know if were really there
do they ever see us do they really care
it seems the world has changed not like it use to be
the freedom of our speech we no longer see

I promise you this: I will fill your life with rumbling laughter and blissful smiles to the end of our days. All I ask is that you love me right.

I am not sure what to do with myself or my life or my love.
I am not good enough. I know I want to change but I do not how that is to be done. I cannot strive for perfection when it is unattainable. And I know that I should because even if I fall short, I may fall close. But I do not.
I am not going anywhere. I am treading in the same shallow pool, unable to dive into the deep end. And still, I am setting goals that I do not have the motivation to work for. I am high hopes and big dreams and crushed ambitions.
I do not love you like you deserve. My love for you is ocean waves, lapping forward and retreating once again. Your love for me is constant and unchanging. You deserve to be the center of a planet’s orbit. I am not that planet. I wish I could be.
I am not sure what to do with myself or my life or my love.

I was 7 when I learned the art of touch
but that doesn’t make me ******’s sister

I was 14 when I thought I figured out *** and love
were one in the same

so tell me why everywhere you touched me
I began to turn black like a the band of a fake ring on a child’s finger

I began to turn a colour I could not wash off
with soap and water

the darker I became the more you began to
smell of rotting meat left out in the sun

you were festering and the holes in your heart
burned through to your skin

sometimes in my sleep
I still smell you waiting in the darkness

and sometimes in the shower
I still find deep marks I cannot ever seem to get rid of

Everyone in this life might mistake the look in your eyes as love
But I will never be so easily fooled again

My brow is hardened
from the evil in this world
but nothing can wipe
the smile off of my face
from the good.

He dresses quickly
Though he knows not what for
With no where to be, he creeps

slowly across the linoleum floor
Dwelling despised; he drowns

In coffee always
Black
The bitter elixir stings his throat
Keeping him wired for reasons unknown

And as he looks through
The window's covered face

He sighs
What a terrible pleasure to be alive

tell my what your thinking please....
tell me what to do,
because i am out of ideas

I loved her body
And I used it up
The parts I liked
I drank up with a fever
Of thirst
That left her
Dry and frail
And I would have felt bad
If I wasn’t so
Dry and frail
When I met her
And now I suppose she’ll
Go
And find someone else
Whose parts she likes
And after that we’ll both be hydrated enough
To look at the parts we aren’t so fond of.

I talked to your sister today.
She said she doesn't want you two to get back together either.
He isn't right for you.
She said that when you're with him,
she's lost a sister.
Well,
I've lost something almost as bad,
maybe worse.
I lost a best friend.

Goodbye.