What is life?
Is it a time or a place?
A new opportunity, perhaps just a race?
A world of experience, whether good or bad
A marvelous adventure of fun to be had?
Is it maybe an object, and item or two?
Is it a belief, a value of few?
Perhaps it's a person, or maybe career?
Isn't there more than that to hear?

But I think life's pointless, each day the same
Shooting blindly with nothing to aim

They say don't get a lovers name tattooed on your delicate skin. Though I’d rather have my skin stained in ink than on my heart. Faded roses with a one liner left on my kitchen table. Choking on the memory of you. Please have mercy. Your sweet tooth I learned to love has become bitter on my tongue. Open cavity in my chest. Old lips dipped in chocolate to be mistaken to be sweet. I’ve kissed boys like you, how could I not recognize that taste. Melting under your stare. Guarded my heart with every bone I had. Sliced me with your tongue. I sowed every scar you left behind. Your dagger always made me bleed the most. Oh, baby how you turned my mind into a patch of daises just to burn them to ash. I took off for nights searching for myself to only find the reflection of pain you left me. I had mistaken his hungry hands for eyes. Should have known that your harsh fingertips weren't trying to learn my every curve. You tried ******* lust out of my neck. Love was no longer served at this table for two. This table became a table of self-love and growth. Feeding myself with every little last insecurity you left sitting on my plate. I learned how to add flowers to my vase without you. The only thing that was allowed in my mouth that was bitter was my coffee. New lips drenched in peaches. Took the dagger out of my arm and set it on my table to remind me of mistakes. Nourished my garden outside putting lilies out there as daisies no longer pleased me.

Melancholy memories make me muse
Perhaps I lost a piece of me when I lost you

In the silence or the city streets
your presence always covers me.

There a warmth that radiates within
every time my eyes see him
his inviting eyes and beautiful smile
makes me think I'll stay a while
I'm so used to being on the run
from all those who think I'm the one
Trust me, I'm not; I'm just passing some time
You should see me as a mountain not worthy to climb
I'll get out, go, and find someone like me
this is my dream, my eternal plea
But what if I get there and I waited too long
and it turns out all this time I've been wrong
Just start where you are and use what you've got
maybe then you'll see some change in thought
You're not the prize won at the end
by some long term, faithful friend
You're just a girl who's always running away
afraid of what you might find if you decide to stay
Step back, observe, and look at what you've become
an illusion to most, and a hero to none.