She gave me
the map of

her
self.

It was exact &
up to the moment

but changed
as we moved

through the landscape
of the future.

Now with heartbreak
it is

out of date with
a section missing.


Where we should meet
is a crease

so worn and torn
we can see right through

to the reality
of defeat.

I look to the stars
for guidance

to orientate me
through all the hate

but it is too late
the map

no longer
exist.

Louder, louder!
Breathe me a storm, blow into
My eyes; force tears from a frozen
Stone.

Touch me with lightning, run your
Palms against my scars until
Your fingerprints wear down and
All evidence of our sin washes

Away like blood from a September
Crime scene flooded with rains.
Louder. Louder!
Shut my thoughts out with slaps and

Painted nails clawing and digging at
My chest in search of a heartbeat.
Once a man has gone cold, he's
Impossible to reheat.

Throw all your love on the fire, I'll
Only slip through your fingers like snow
Brought to a boil, kissing blister farewells
On your hands, rendering our

Love an open cut you weep into.
Louder, Louder!
Cry my name into my absence,

Cry the pain of love passing away in your
Arms like a wounded child soldier's blood  
Onto battleground soil.
Arise to avenge your hopes.

Take this frozen stone and name it Heart.
Cain to your Abel. Apple to Eve.
When love is reduced to a shadow, it's
Barely called ******.

Life is like a knife...

Its only dangerous if you play with it.

So be careful to hold it tight
And care for it with all your might.

I like making random people smile...
Even if it's just for a little while.

Little kindness one day...
Could save lives in many ways.

Just one word could work...
Just enough to **** the hurt.

So if someone makes you smile,
Pass it on and let it live a while.

I love being a mystery.
Just because of the simple fact, you don't know my history.

You think you know someone until they implode...

You think you know someone until they don't show...

You think you know someone day by day...

You think you know someone in every single way...


...Do you really know them?

It's easy for you to speak
Because your black eyes always hold to what they seek.
You count off on your golden fingers in lists what you want,
And I tell you it's me who's as bland as pale typewriter font.
I can't just unzip the skin between my *******
And hand you the bleeding heart in my chest.
For that place has been soldered shut,
And the only way in is to cut.
It was my tethered hands that painfully made the seal-
Everyone mistakenly thought there was a piece of me to steal.  
I realized with broken car radios and muted clocks I only had what was inside,
And no treasure cats smile could ever paper cut this pride.
Your hands were made from the Sun,
Who made my battlefield and won.
And one day you will touch me and I will burn,
But you'll be too bound to your creator to ever return.