You are the bags under my eyes
The bruises on my arms
And the cuts on my leg.

You are hour 50 of sleepless torture
8 cups of coffee a day
And another regretted bite.

You are the "I'm fine"
The little fibs that leave my lips
As part of my daily routine.

You are the tornado of thoughts
The flood of blood
And my beautiful nightmare.

This is who you are to me.

Deep churning of the chords conjure some words
Silence is smothered without much regret
Their eyes are smudged as commotion blurs
Pierced through the heart the other’s bayonet.

Waves clash, splintering the bases of boats
Combustible like flame to hydrogen.
Captains Oh Captains at each other’s throats
Depriving each other of oxygen.

But gusts of statements, drafts of insults cease
As anger takes flight from its creation
Leaving behind ‘reaming white tears of peace
And the nagging feel for quick translation.

And as the sun rises in the morrow
Captains will know the reaping of sorrow

Wow...you must be some new kind of stupid
The way you treat people is ridiculous
I could've loved him so much better
Your lies,
Tangling him
In a web of suffering
It's selfish and rude
You treated him like an option
He left you like a choice
Now I'll love him like a promise
And you'll be left to think on your decision...
Cheating is bad...
Mkay

The orange ambushed the tip of my tongue
my tongue felt the keen sting of acidity.