I've never felt good enough

*The raindrops hide the tears
The tears chase down the raindrops

If war is easily created

by dragging the pen

across a map,

why is that any harder

to bring you close to me?

How do you say things which
cannot remain unsaid?
They just can't be and yet
they will.

I'll glue on my brave face
with cryptic, shaded words
which gently peels away
like gold leaf
revealing woodchip.

They'll flicker and they'll fade
and be whisked away
like the ash of burnt
heirlooms
in a whirlwind.

Too precious to be touched,
(oh, unforgiving air)
too painful to be spoken
(your silent, unforgiving ears.)

They'll be lost
and so will you.

great
when it is there, constant

and sweet tingling torture
when it is
away

and when it is gone
forever
it lingers.
a ****.

refusing to vanish
in that ******* wind

I dont like what you do to me,
I dont like the way this goes,
I dont like the tears I shed,
I dont like the way my anger rose
I dont like your humour,
I dont like your laugh,
I dont like your stupid love hearts,
I dont like your predictable path.
I dont like my stress
I dont like my green eyed devil
I dont like my mental state
I dont like sinking to your level
And the saddest part of all?
I really like you.

give me a tickle
trip
taste
of what it feels
to have your face
an inch from mine

i wonder if i would still like your nose
or your smile
or if you'd like
mine

Flying in the stars
It's kind of a blissful thing
It's like touching that which cannot be touched
It's like first love
It shocks my nerves into complete paralysis
A gateway
An addiction
Crystals, floating
Take it or not
I'll float,
Both involuntarily and willingly
I've shocked those watching
The eyes that disappear as the lights beneath me fade
A dimension between reality and heaven
I'll die if I stay here
Rusty anchors keep me from flight
But yet I stay ungrounded in the midst of my bliss
Oh my soul, keep me among the stars.

DEPRESSED.
Feel like it's stamped on my forehead.
Do they know?
I'm such a try hard.

Mask your face with a thick shroud,
Pour your black heart on the ground.

I've seen it tattooed on her arms,
She didn't use ink.
I almost gave my legs a third-degree fresco,
Playing with petrol.

Smile away, fool ‘em all;
The realm of indefinity calls.