Do not mind my thew, cuz it is but flesh haphazardly carved over the bones of a brittle man.
Who is too ashamed to admit his broken.
Who is too afraid to be spoken of,
or about.
There goes that man who once had a home. Not a home in the sense of a house,
but a place where we could build our lives together.
Where the walls were so thin I could feel you breathe in the other room.
Because I was the rock and you were the home.
But when you set fire to it, my skin was left charred and burt and the ground that was once able to be built on is nothing more than a remnant for something that was once beautiful.
So take my flesh and build it in a way that you desire.
Just don't build a home where her voice still echo inside it.
Even though I know it always will.

I sometimes wonder if I have a problem.
From drinking in bars, to ***** basements.
To late night crashes with beings.
I couldn't care about even if I wanted to.
Because all I ever wanted was you.
And every time my lip touches that cold glass.
I think of your cold skin.
Because you chose to stop being.
You let your demon's take you from within.
In that moment you were no longer being.
You stopped being.
And I stopped being.
Who I wanted to be
And now I am just one of those troubled souls.
Replacing the taste of you
With something new.
The burn of whisky.
The smell of the alcohol on my breath.
My body screams, "STOP!"
But my mind says,"what for...?"
So here I am.
Stuck in this cold cell.
Dealing with this burning hell.
Remind me of the things we were.
And the love you took away.
So this drink is for you, my love.
Let it burn my throat.
So no one can hear my screams.
And let it warm my insides.
So I can pretend I'm me.

Late night car crashes.
The tangled up metal.
Symbolic of two people, crashing together.
Locking lips, and pressing hips.
Before we have even reached the hotel door.
Crashing on the floor.
Mangled up bodies.
Both starving for more.
That what we were before.

**

Your love was like a hit and run.
Left me lying, dying in the street.
And when I came to,
Strapped in a white room.
The infirmary hasn't been kind.
It is like they are all blind.
To the to the affliction.
Raging in my skull.

Are you just a machine?
More oil and grease,
Than flesh and blood?
Does circuitry comprise you.
So nothing surprises you.
Are you content on living this way?
Seeing everything, and everyone.
As simple 1's and 0's.
Or do you secretly crave more.
More than your creator built for you.
More than the world can give to you.
More than those nights hopelessly drinking in bars.
You are worth more than those scars.
More than every single man ever took from you.
Or at least more than I ever do.
Look at me.
See me for something more binary
Break out of your wires and live.
Break out and live.
Break out of this prison you have created.
My angel.
Break out into this world.
And give it everything you can.
Because what you are, is love.
And that.
My angel.
Will always be enough.

I think about how I've changed and grown over the years.
Those with depth.
We are always rediscovering who we are.
What we strive to be.
What we are capable of.
What we can endure.
We are always more whisky thanwater.
Always more of a storm than a calm.