I know it's wrong ,
I know I shouldn't,
But I can't bring myself to say,
No.

You already have someone else,
You don't need me.
Yet you keep coming back,
For more.

You act so nice & sweet
Behind closed doors,
When with me.

But when infront of everyone,
You act like you don't even know me.
You treat me like a
Stranger.
Like I'm invisible,

I will never understand why is it
That the roads always lead me back to you
& I don't know what the *******'re trying to do
To me.

But after all this time,
For me,
It's STILL you.
Just leave her already.
Please.

(J.l)

just like tears falling onto my scarred cheeks. i scratched them in my sleep-
i was having a nightmare. i thought i was losing you.
i only dream in black and white
and maybe that's why i can't tell the difference between you and the empty page in front of me,
and why finding my true colours was so difficult-
because i was darkness and you were the light.

Cloudy days,
Cloudy thoughts.
Cloudy messages you propose.

Cloudy raindrops,
Falling down.
You make no movement,
Make no sound.

A cloudy sky up above,
A sky of grey portrays your love.

Where are the sunny skies I yearn for.
Where is the sun.
For you, I thought you were the one, my love.
Though all you bring with you is the dark.

A sunny forecast up ahead,
When my days aren't spent with you.
All though all we knew was to live through the grey--
My love,
Sometimes we need to accept the truth.

I have passed you by
Many times before,
And with each and every time
I wish I would have
The ******* courage
To say more than
Pitiful mutters
That sound like meaningless words
When we get the chance
To speak.

You're in my head when I see movies
You're in my head when I read lines
You're in my head when I exhale
You're in my head when I see lovers
And I'm probably not even in yours.

One cigarette
Is usually all the time
I have,
Burning my seconds
And words as I try to
Come up with
Something
For you...

It's funny how many
let the killers in
But block out the possible
Opportunities
with the smoke-

Oh god,
is it silly of me
To want something
to spark from these
Week old ashes?

Stick me between your teeth
And burn me,
Inhale me,
to the filter.