I stopped looking both ways when I cross roads
In the end.
Nothing really matters,
Why should I even bother.
Crossing roads to get to your destination
In the end, no matter how much patience
You have. Somehow you will still
Be walking to your destination alone.
There's no points looking both ways crossing the road
There's no point breathing.

i swear i write every word just to reach you.
everything i do is to teach you , to understand how i need to be loved, with the coldest distance that keeps me warm at night.
love me carefully, please

I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.

We can't eat,
We can't sleep
But we like the pain
So we don't weep.

I'm not involved
You've shown me
I don't need you
My soul is empty

Lies from the tongue
I do not believe your heart
**** love, don't need it
I can't stop falling apart

Who are you?
No one, that's who
We're not friends
I don't like you.

Yeah, we still cool
I still smile when you look
Can't replace time
Don't give back what you took

She cries tears of mother's ruin
"Look at me!
It's been so hard
All of my life
And I've had to fight
For my own patch of light
Still, no-one ever looks at me"

He turns his eyes to the floor
Saying nothing
Feeling stupid
And his words burst like bubbles in his mouth
He is desperate to say something
Anything to make her happy
But he cannot turn disappointment
Back into youthful optimism
Or bitterness back to hope
As she sinks into smeary sobs
Wet and bleary loss
He takes her home

He undresses her and puts her to bed
Then he holds her as she cries
And he holds her as she sleeps
He hushes her when she stirs
And calms her when she starts and cries out
When the dreams become too real
And he shall never be more than this
Never more fulfilled
Caring for her is his only purpose
Making her happy is his holy grail
Willingly trapped within her pain
He is nothing else at all

                               By Phil Roberts