Sleeplessness comes easily
Like an old friend
Never quite forgotten

I can’t shake these old memories
Comparisons of past and present
Even if it’s nothing the same
I still look for the link

Can it be true?
What the Chinese say?

Are we really all linked to
A lover through a single Red Thread?
And are we sure it won’t ever break?

Or is that our souls silently begging
For some kind of reprieve from this dark world

This place of hatred.

They said the world was supposed to end
That fateful day in December,
12. 21. 12.

But here’s the thing
I think the world isn't going to end all at once,
and really
it has already begun

Humanity is slowly falling

We may still be humans, but without compassion
Without care,
We lose the single thing that has put us on top of the food chain

And what can we hope for
Other than to find some sweet light
In this dark house
We're all searching for that single flickering candle

In the upstairs window

These images float through my head,
Things that never quite make sense
Like why is it called falling in love?
Falling just sounds painful
And isn’t love supposed to be beautiful?
Or do all beautiful things just hurt?

Like a red rose,
Whose thorns will ***** without mercy

Lighting that breaks across the sky
To burn down a tree

Or a mother bear,
So protective over her cubs that her own life is of not a single
Thought.

This world is a dark place,
But there are millions of candles
Millions of lights
For those willing to look.

And maybe the Chinese were wrong
For a man did a study
And it showed in 34 minutes someone could fall in love

34 minutes doesn’t seem long enough.

At least, it never did until I met you.
It didn’t even take that long.
I heard your laugh and was gone.

So really, what can we believe?

Is it chance?
Fate?
Destiny?

Or is this world just one big question mark?
Will we ever understand,
Or are we destined to be in the dark?

I once knew a girl
Who hated me at first,
But I quickly learned
She only hated what she thought I was.

I later found out
That girl I knew
The hate she felt for me
Didn't hold a candle to the burning pain she felt inside.
And once I learned
That her smile was simply
A Mask
Everything changed.

I watched that sweet girl fall,
deeper in lust
with a boy who didn't
deserve her trust
And later on
Fall in love
With the feeling of razor cuts.
She broke my heart
each time she cried
telling me she didn't believe
she deserved to be alive.
I'll never regret
A single night spent on that phone
Holding her hand
Fighting back the dark angel she believed
owned her soul.

She was desperate to see him again
I was desperate to make her stay.
My fight burning brighter each day.

I once knew a girl
Sweet as can be
I fell in love with her soul as
She taught me
That no matter who you are
Or how bright your smile
The human race
All wears masks for awhile.

I still know that girl
And hold her in my heart
Watching her grow stronger and stronger
Even though we're apart.

I'll never forget
The promise I made
I'll always stand by her
Until my dying day.

I once loved a girl who I thought was perfect.
I quickly found she was far from,
So very broken, she begged me to fix her
But every time my hands went to pick up the pieces she would take a hammer to herself, covering me with glass shards that sliced at my heart.

I once loved a girl who was what I believed to be everything I ever wanted.
In the end she didn't believe she was good enough
Her passion burned bright, so bright it burned me and left me singed on the ground while she grew wings and flew away.

You found me on the ground. You like to say I found you, but I as I wiped at the grit in my eye,
There you were.
The girl with peroxide, tweezers and
Band aids in one hand.
Water and aloe settled in the other.
You leaned down and wiped at the dirt on my cheek and held out your hand whispering
here, come with me.
I once fell in love with a girl who wasn't perfect.
But.
She was exactly what I needed.

His hands
as tight as a boy scouts knots
holding me down
even as I cry stop
I feel them
even now
waking drenched in sweat
ghost pains taking over my body
and how is it
after all these years
I still walk with this fear
A black stain
Across my soul
Almost as vivid
As the red mark my cheek bore
Born from his hand in a fit of rage
When he found out quiet wasn't in my forte
I wish
this memory would just go.
But then I wonder
Where would it find it's new home
I wish no one ever would have to feel this pain
Apologizing for what they had no choice in
Shouldering the blame.

missing you
is one of the most confusing things in the world
because it’s so ****
hard
but so *******
easy
all at the same ****

time.

see, it hurts, like I’m missing a part of me
like those tales you hear
of survivors who lose a limb,
and feel the phantom pains?

Well I,
I wake up at night
and can almost taste you

right there
right
next to me.

I can almost feel your breath against my cheek
and I roll over and reach my hand out to touch

empty sheets.

and maybe it’s a bit morbid
to compare missing you to losing a limb
but morbid used to be my forte
somehow, still just
is.

Simply put
to miss you is to blink
you’re my life line
you’re the reason for my
seemingly endless
cheese.

Missing you is like taking a step,
or inhaling and blowing out
that first kiss
turned my whole world about

so now

missing
you
is like breathing air
thoughtless
but always there.

This is for the girl who you tore apart.
For that little angel you once called sweetheart.
Tell me sir, how is it you ripped her heart clean in half?
Did it feel good, maybe even turn you on when you pushed her to the ground
Made her feel like trash?
You forgot she was delicate
A sculpture made of glass
Your rough hands and cold heart adding crack after crack.
Mercilessly chipping away at her smile.
She was the painting you picked apart for so long you forgot to appreciate each intricate stroke.
The dancer whose music you cut far too short.
She would have been your saving grace
But you made her feel like a disgrace.
Turn around little boy.
She's was not your toy.
Maybe one day you'll appreciate true art
Just don't you ever forget
That beautiful sweetheart you pushed into the dark.
Turn around little boy.
She's was not your toy.
This one is for the girl you tore apart.
Rest in peace sweetheart.