buy yourself a new lie,
you know it's cheap.
bring me to the graveyard
please, don't forget to weep.
then take my heart.
it's yours to keep.

my pillow is smudged with bleach,
from your painted cheeks.

as are my shoulders,
as are my sheets.

my bed reeks of you,
and all the words you speak.

and with every stay, every week,
the scent seems to stick,
and seep deeper while we sleep.

i love your rose hair when it's rushed.
maybe it's a crush, maybe i'm just entranced,
but i'm in love with your blush,
and every chance i get to exchange a glance.

from trust to crush,
chances to advances,
your eyes look like stardust,
through my amber tinted glasses.

i hate my shyness,
stuck in my nervous trances.
but i love your inner brightness,
every time we engage in our verbal dances.

from lust to dust,
passion to ashes,
i find myself hopelessly romanced,
by amber tinted glasses.

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pried from my chest,
with tooth and stone.
i knew it would fall apart,
flesh from bone.
i knew that from the start,
i knew it'd fall apart.
sins now atoned, it's gone,
i'll never again miss my heart,
it's dead art, a sad swan song.

I miss you
I miss what you meant to me
And this isn't hurting as much as it ought to be
It's just a longing
A wish
That you never had to go back on me

I miss you
And what you did to me
Cleared my head, taught me to see

I miss you
And everything you made of me

why write,
why lie,
during the depths of nighttime,
when it's always dry,
always read by brown eyes,
under morning skies.

you left my heart much like yours,
smoldering,
like a boulder turned pebble.
tumbling,
before settling,
in a space between bass and treble.