You do this to yourself
If it was just you and me on this earth
You still wouldn't think you were the last girl left
So convinced that it isn't just you
You believe you can hear her breathe
Yelling whose footprints are these
Even though it's you who trail behind me
So blinded by jealously
I've already committed infidelity

Hush
Don't say a word
Just sit back an observe
And watch everything I do
As the thirst for my body grows inside of you
You fight to control
What doesn't belong to you
That burning desire you feel inside
It's mine and doesn't belong to you
Trying to fight it is futile
The wicked truth
Is revealed by the flashes in your eyes
And the sweat
Climbing ever so slowly down your neck
Don't be ashamed
It can't be tamed
Instead give in
And let me guide you
Keep your hands fixated on my hips
And your eyes locked on mine
As I bite your lips
And tease you
With short breaths to your chest
While one of your hands venture to my breast
But this is only the beginning of the test
How far are you willing to go
This one time won't **** you
And our wives don't have to know

An irrational fixation, an aberration of sense and reason, a heart committed to treason, betraying the self and the pursuit of peace

Couldn't wait for you to get it right
With each passing day
Disappointment came at night
Chances you ate like candy
But you get no more
And I can take no more
Like a hurt puppy I will lick my sores
Your number in my phone no longer exists
And as we split
Deleted images won't be missed
Or the times our lips touched when we kissed
I can't get far enough away from you
I want you out of my life
Sight
And mind
And once the memories of us burn
Then I'll be fine

I was told that heartbreak is beautiful,
that I can use it to create something,
use my skills to create words of beauty
from the beauty of my pain. Yet I can't.
Pain before was my muse, but then you
replaced it and now you're gone. I have
no words because my words left me, you
took them. I wrote my love into an
ancient ballad of confessions, only for
you, and it turned out to be a goodbye.

I sit alone at night
with tears held in my eyes.
I sit alone at night
and hope that I may die.

I know, that it's no good
I'll get nowhere at all.
But without my Shady Grove
I'm broken and I'm small.

Shady Grove's, my little love
Shady Grove I say.
Shady Grove's, my little love
I'm bound to go away.

I wish I had a golden pen
that could write all my lines.
I wish I had a golden pen
then Shady Grove'd be mine.

Cherry's in the summer time
apples in the fall.
If I can't have the girl I love
I won't have none at all.

Shady Grove's my little love
Shady Grove my friend.
Shady Grove's my little love
I'm leaving in the end.

I know,
I know there lies no answer
in the bottom of this glass.
On occasion though,
it certainly kills the question.
And yes I know,
this glass holds no peace,
but it certainly makes telling yourself,
you've found as much
a little easier.
And yes,
yes I know.
The glass holds little more than a slight reprieve
from self loathing,
from guilt,
from the colossal weight upon my shoulders.
But it seems you,
and hope,
are always gone.
And the glass is always here.

I miss you,
when the wind flows like music
through the trees.
And I hear it as I once did your laughter.
I miss you,
when the sun sets
and I see it as I once did your smile
beneath your now sorrowed eyes.
I miss you,
when the stars hang high
and I find myself cold and alone in the dark,
for lack of your warmth.
But I miss you most at night,
when I wake up in an empty bed
searching for what's not there.

Hello, I miss you
Sometimes I tell strangers about you,
Sometimes you're still all I think about
And sometimes I wonder if all I have left is a really good story

The things you left in the past could have changed your life
The things that wouldn't last, still alive, just barely
A tempestuous undeath unto your frail memory
Just trying to make it through another day

It ended in a flash
As the blast
Shattered my ear drums
Like they were glass
I embraced death
With a hug
As it tugged through my flesh
And turned my heart into mesh
My legs limp  
And as I fell
To the pale earth
One more look into her eyes
And to my surprise
It was I
Standing over her as she died

I wrote my words into happiness from
my agony, in hopes of regaining
something. My agony turned to happiness,
and I was able to write the future.

I wrote my words into agonies from my
happiness, in hopes of it never happening
again. My happiness turned to agony
as I was able to write the future.

I wrote my words into alternate realities
where I had lost you, hoping to avoid
that pain. My fear turned into reality
for I was able to write the future.

So now, I am writing my words into a world
where I didn't lose you, venting my agony from
the happiness I turned into pain, in the hopes
that I can still write the future.

I've forgotten what you sound like
If you were near
What you smelled like
Would be unfamiliar
I can hardly remember what you look like
No calls
Or text
But the silence I like the best
Happy Father's Day
To a father who was never here