Tomorrow is another sunrise
and I will not waste more memories
looking for sunlight that never comes
like broken glass on a beach,
sun is meant to be reflected
at tides that give you peace
and no longer will i capture
essence of my thoughts and
bottle it.

no longer will I keep back words
aching to escape my mind because
I am the glass that reflects off
my own tide and who would I be
to turn of the sun for others
desperately seeking their own sunrise?

i'm ******* sick
sick
sick
of the way you make me feel.

i don't know who i am
am
am
or if i'm even real.

i can't stop loving you
you
you
you're stuck inside my head.

i don't know what to do
do
do
maybe i'm better dead.

Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips

if you're sick i'll die
and let you take my soul,
rip myself apart
just to make you whole.

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.