All night long
I peel off layers of me
thinking up poetry
with my fingers and lips

the little moon melts
and melts
purer than fire

in the morning, I am wax again

You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve

Oh, The If's
If I were only half
the man I used to be,
I would be a whole
lot better off.

you down
with dance and laughter
till disaster
strikes
is a white knight
on a steed
but take heed

The devil wears
ripped jeans
and sports a tan
but understand
underneath the six-pack
and muscles
lies hustler
not a man

The devil wears
his wit
like a written manuscript
has his lines so define
wraps you up
like you were twine

She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.

And if you think
that finding true love,
and keeping it,
is the hardest thing you've ever done,

try losing it.

because I don’t broadcast
my favorite verse of the Bible
in my Instagram bio
it is rumored
i worship
The Devil