Love is like the measles.
Once you catch it,
it starts spreading like wildfire.

First, the itch,
then the ugly zits
and finally the scars.

Those nasty pockmarks
reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug
can cause serious damage to the patient.

Did you see the stars
As they shone on you
Vivid like a thousand scars
Inside the darkest blue
Did you see the hero

But that hero was you
Onward for people feel
When music becomes true
In the end you're never gone
Eternally remembered in a song

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

"Tell you this I am a failure but I still remain faithful so, to those who give up just know this get up and try cuz you never know that at the same time you are failing but at the sametime your opportunity is right there hiding where the failing is landing."
                                                                     -D.E.T

Sweat drips down my face,
as I run and confront my thoughts.
I come to a realization of how I
shouldn't overthink things.
Chasing my own thoughts,
when they should be chasing me.
Creating problems in my mind
when I should be free.
but I'm past it now and have found
a way to deal with it.
So when the time comes I can fix
anything that may be broken.
Because isn't that the purpose
of being the best you.
understanding and helping others
is what everyone needs to do.

Years now I still collect the shells of the bullets
from the gun you used to fire directly at my heart.
Wearing them around my neck,
- a reminder of how I have survived all
the breaking.

I'm done reading this book
Again and again
The pages already seen
Nowhere else to look

Really, why do we still try?
You and I
Once an ocean of love
Now like a river gone dry

We loved too fast
And ****** too hard
Don't you feel it's better
For this to remain in the past

if i died
you wouldn't cry
you'd be sad
but it wouldn't be that bad
maybe you'd tear a bit
then instantly realize it's not worth it
you'd turn your head then walk away
because i was never worth the stay