I think I can't be what you want,
My ears never seem to listen  
My heart never lets you in like you want it to
My lips sealed, never saying words you wait to hear
But I love you like no other
I let you in the only way I know how
I pour myself into this like there is no tomorrow
And maybe after this there won't be
Because I don't seem to fix myself like you need me to
What I should do for you seems obvious to others, but not to me
See I may be weak but you are the only person I have ever tried this much for
But I think it won't be enough
Because my love is tainted, with broken pieces of who I am
And it is hard to find a way around that
I understand if you are sick of being a soldier through my love
So I am sorry, but I just don't think i'm enough

Our incomparable affection
Once drew me near to obsession
Maybe it’s a right decision
To end this matter of illusion

well aren't these walls immaculate
and aren't these doors divine
if we’re stuck in here another year
well I guess that’ll be just fine

we bought ourselves a golden garden
with a crystal chandelier
the only catch is the iron latch
that keeps us ever near

I know we said we’d see the world
before our hair turned gray
but two new cars make fine new bars
too keep those dreams at bay

well aren't these floors superfluous
and don’t these windows shine
we've hocked our youth to buy this roof
so it’s where we’ll spend our time

I destroy everything in my path
With only one weakness.

The heart is the heaviest of all the organs.
It carries your burdens, your worries, your sorrows.
When you speak from it, this weight is packed into every word, yet none of it is lifted from your heart.
Sometimes I wish I could think through my brain instead of my heart.
But then I ask myself: Which one hurts more when it's betrayed?
You need a brain to be alive, but you need a heart to live.

My wasted memory
is messing with me.
A memory where
I was left
hanging threaded
through a needle
I found in a haystack.

My past showed up and
she sent my thoughts into
a vortex of uneasiness.

I tried to reconcile
with that memory,
but it wasn’t as
rectifying as I had hoped.

Chaos surrounds the calm realm
I store the memory—waiting for
its chance to erupt and
resurrect what I wished would stay
dead.

It’s a wasted memory
for a reason—
I want it to stay that way.

She comes off as rude
and makes it obvious—
the only time she ever
makes her intentions known.

She took advantage of
my vulnerability
and left me sunk
as lost treasure.

I need to learn
to see some things
for what they are sometimes,
and that sometimes
a memory is just a memory.

I’m wasted, it’s wasted;
give me a double shot
of Jack Daniels
and let’s keep things that way.