running in perfect circles,
but there's no where left to run.
another day you've moved on without me,
i guess you've already won.
there's nothing to do, there's nothing to say
except chase away the sun
and when I'm with you and I close my eyes
i know we're already done.

there's no point to remind me,
there's no point to try to care
you're actions speak louder than your words
trust me, I've been there.
despite you saying you need me, and that you love me too
i know you think of other women when I'm not with you.

i try to remind myself that
good people never lie
but you're good person image is slowly fading in my eyes.
you told me that when you're with me
you seem to be complete
but how can you be complete
when all you see me as is a piece of meat?

what I don't understand, and what I try to
is why you do what you do
and the answer is obvious and scary but
i'm still in love with you.
it kills me just to say that, like poison in my food
but if I don't say it, either way,
i know I'll follow through.

you leave me at the perfect times,
the times when I'm alone.
is that why you tried to disregard my cries
when I was drowning and you were afloat?
slowly but surely I faded down
and you'd promise to be there
and you were there- I must admit-
to see me take in nothing but water and little air.

so here's my poem to you
the one to make you glad,
remember you destroyed a woman
and took everything she had.

-you made the book

conceptcollection

If I wrote it in blood,
would it mean more?

Empty,
vacant notions
evicted, the land lord
dismissed them. The tenant is left standing still as though the world has been pludged into voids of deep mists.

In an abyss of shadows no glimpse in sight for thoughts which might rescue the notionless mind

As the rope begins
to look friendly wishing
in the ground he may be burried..
a voice breaks
bonds and ideas are wildfire, a disease
corrupting the mind with tranquility erupting the heart with serenity

I am the hunter before the harvest.

The new day's dry thirst of something fresh
Turns for the worst in the want for flesh.
A single dose could not be enough.
Counting the seconds prove to be tough.

Constant yearning reaches starvation.
A wick of drool blackens to old ink.
The horrendous hunger writes a tale
Originating straight from my mouth.

Past pleasures are painlessly gloated,
And the wrong feelings were forgotten.
An addict to the intervention,
Convenience replaced true affection.

Kept in the corner, left out to rot.
Stripped all your honor, left out to die.

Above all, you deserved a swift death.

the day that you walked out was the day that the bottles we threw finally broke on my face

Up on the moon
Where his whole life is engraved
Where he's wishing,
Hoping,
Thinking he'll be saved.

This poor pathetic soul
Who thought he was whole
But instead,
He was always empty.

He never really got it
He never quite will.
For his days
Are now at a stand still.

So  lets face it.
And lets discover.
Why this boy cant have a lover.
Lets look back.
And decide.
Why this man wanted to die.
For her

Up on the moon
Where his whole life
Is engraved.

funny how you’ve changed so sudden, becoming a stranger not only to me but even to your self, it is indeed a tragic scene.