He is the inconvenient truth,
And always goes unnoticed.
I guess it's for the better,
I would hate to be ****** into,
His heart he hides,
Under the vacant smiles.

He is the boy who tells white lies,
And balms his good intentions.
I want him to tell me so,
I hate the fact he doesn't.
His mouth just seeps sugar,
What he thinks I want to hear.

He is a constant misconception,
And prides himself on his demeanour.
They think of him as nice, or kind,
I hate the fact I see the latter.
His delusions of how things should be,
Will never cloud my judgement.

For what I hate the most about him,
Is that I know who he really is,
And it's sad,
he wouldn't recognise reflection.

My eyes were bloodshot and you told me I needed more sleep
And that's when I realized that you weren't who I thought you were
Because I always thought of all the people
You would understand
That some nights are not meant for sleeping

And some nights my body doesn't fit me right and I wrestle around trying to get in my own skin again.

And some night my dreams are so vivid I can't tell what's real and what's not the next morning and it scares me.

And some nights the spaces between my ribs grow and the world becomes filled with metaphors and wonder and the air is so sweet I can barely breathe.

And some nights,
the night is all I have and I'm afraid that if I fall asleep it'll be taken from me so I hold on as tight as I can.

Some nights are very very good
Some nights are very very bad
Sleep does not belong to either of those nights
Sleep is not worthy of those precious hours of darkness when my surroundings match my emotions

I thought you would understand.

You tell me,
I need to breath,
As you watch,
My rib cage heave.

There's comfort,
In your clouded eyes,
But I ignore,
Your feeble cries,
It's pity lined,
With bitter lies.

You tell me,
I need to breath,
I hold my breath,
And watch you leave.

*you tell me,
I need to breath,
And suffocate,
My self belief.

I don't want to open my mouth
to speak means Ive accepted that I want to talk to you
you who hurt me so bad
but i want to talk to you
and I just don't understand why
why would i speak
when all you do is sew my lips and remove my tough
brand me with your cruel jokes
all you do is make me feel bad
but your kiss
mends the bones you've shattered
and your touch
calms the tides of emotions you've evoked
so i don't want to open my mouth
but I want to talk to you

Are the notches of my spine
The swirling staircase
Of your home?

Did you call up my vertebrae
To hear your echo
Rain down?

Did the walls of my skin
Make you feel
Not alone?

Did you see your reflection
In the ice
Of my bowels?

Did you know
I am sick with you
And need you out
I can see you
When you're looking
In me at yourself

everything is inside of me. i’ve found being.
what cannot be said but only heard
what cannot be touched but only felt.

here in a vacuum of loneliness
soul streaks sky
bleeds down my legs.

the mossy moon
and running red
pounding the atmosphere

but leaving only a whisper
among the weeds on the earth
that are very, very alive

we barely can hear you
and then we lose you
and then you’re there

Upon my hands I hold fear
It isn't something I hold dear

It frightens me in reality
It hunts my dreams

It tells me
"Nothing is as it seems"

Upon day break it speaks softly
But at night it is loud

Gathering in my head a large un silent crowd

It whispers about demons
It whispers about legions

About how they will choke me in my sleep
If I was to dare fall to deep

So I stay awake
As he tortures me overnight
He is my enemy and his name is fright

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Fevers of a summers day
It holds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Frost of a winters day
With colds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
The emotion like an autumn day
With death around

Wandering but not lost is my hearts
As spring brings new life
Not a blooming sound

Your mind so fragile
Your memories only mere fragments.
Do you believe I was really always here?
Do you remember the love you had for what we were?
Do you ever think of what we could have been?
O' my darling. O' my king.
I'd like to believe I'll always be your little dove.
Though seperated by distance,
We have never been so close.
Hand in hand, walking in sync.
O' my prince. O' my love.
Had we not been so far apart
Would we still be together?
Tears had flown from my eyes.
Blood has dripped from my wrist.
My thighs.
My heart.
I miss your gentle embrace.
Do you remember this?

As if it blossoms in the moonlight, white flower tainted red. Poisoned by the lies you told, wishing it where dead.

Beautiful flower it once was, so delicate to touch. Who could ever fathom, that a lie could destroy so much.

I watch it wilt, and fade away under the burning sun. The truth is barried within itself, in this battle no one has won.

It struggles to keep strong, but it only controls so much. It wilts at the very thought, that another could have your touch.

Its petals fall without your care, you left it here to die. This flower once full of beauty, was destroyed with a single lie.