You're my pillars when I'm crumbling,
I regret to say I've never wanted you...
You're my clutch when I'm stumbling-
Over my regret of not letting our lips lock.

I hid behind a shadow like a lunar eclipse,
To afraid to say what lingers in my heart,
How I wanted nothing more than to steal a kiss,
But I hope we don't start to grow apart...

When I fess up to these feelings, to tell you
That I may have made a mess before,
But I hope this is where I start again, I like you-
And I hope I could redeem myself, as yours.

I'm only a figment of the man you never knew,
I've grown braver with you on my mind,
*I can say it with lips untouched that I like you
And I hope that you like me too.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen.

I remember throwing
A temper tantrum;
I ran my head against
A brick and broken beam
Till my head bruised
Black and blue.
It was no suicide attempt;
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
It was a cry for attention.

On one day,
After not having my way,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam,
Except this one day;
No black and blue bump was left
But a scrape of my giant forehead,
And as I bled, I remember blood
dripping into my eyes, crimson tears,
filled my soul and my aching day,
So completed in emotions of dismay;
I told myself 'I'll stop hurting myself,
over small and dumb stuff",
...

But came next day,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam.
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
Looking for attention from
a mum who never saw me hurt myself
and a dad buried in the ground;
unable to even hear my cries.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
so instead i covered my life
with bruises and bumps.

I made myself the ink
that you chose to write your love;
I made myself the pen
that you labelled was never enough.

I became the paper
that you wrote a love letter for someone else
And I couldn't hear my voice
As I let the feelings cage in, begging for help.

I became the pages
that you wrote a different story on
And I've been hurt by you
but I have no idea where the sorries are gone.

You never wrote about us
you wrote about him, about her, about Earth
But nowhere am I in words
and I ventured on to find my own worth.

I went a little too far...
and became mere playthings in your life...
I went a little too far...
and now I'm lost without a guiding light...
I went a little too far...
and I don't know how to feel alright.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, reaching out for you.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, drowned in an ocean of blue.

I do not love you as if you were oceans, or aquamarine,
Or the ice cubes that lay to melt as time passes.
I love you as precious petals are to be adorned,
by the stem, in between the Earth and the skies.

I love you as the stars visible in the day
but kept to say all the silent beauty of the night;
thanks to your love for the lit path guidance,
illuminated by a livid canvas, yet alive in my heart.

I love you simply because it is impossible not to,
I love you with every part of my cells and molecules,
so I love you because I can't not love you.

then know; if I live on with every breath, so do you
In my thoughts, my memories and heart,
In my thoughts, you spun the strings of my heart

Last year a girl broke my heart, I wore a mask and a facade.
In retrospect my ribcage wasn't my heart's safest guard.
I fell, crashed, plummeted into the pavement hard.
We went from locking eyes like lovers, then everything changes,
and we started locking eyes like complete strangers.
Now if I could express this in front of my guy friends
and rather sit in a pool of emotional fiction and pretence
It would have saved for a lot of hidden and unspoken anguish;
So please I beg you to understand, and excuse my language:
but **** SOCIETY!

The critics casting judgement, I haven't even been dressed yet,
Judging books by the cover at go and ignoring the get set,
You've never taken the time to get ready to know people
but you rush to the finish line and deemed those left behind, 'evil'.
You saw shades of colour in the same way you did a tree,
your heart learnt to love only what your eyes can see,
you saw the skin colours and focused on the image,
glanced at the cover, read the blurb and chose to never finish.
You critics casted judgement on a man and his husband,
Disgusted in the same way of hearing about two cousins,
I don't really dress for you, so don't worry about what I'm wearing;
So please I beg you to understand and excuse my swearing
but **** SOCIETY!

I've been on online bulletin boards, anonymous boards,
To alleviate the general sensation of just feeling bored,
But I took a wrong turn, landed in a place where hatred roamed,
And I know that I did not take this wrong turn alone.
I have seen your type, cheer on **** as though it was a competition
sprawling all over 'how she deserved it' , each sentence was wicked.
I have seen your type; type away paragraphs calling a minor: a ****,
and I do not know if you suffer from the pain we feel but words cut,
they cause an internal bleeding that drowns out the flame and life
inside of us, and when we chose to relax and go online to peruse at night,
you are there; with your taunting terror, laughing at the disabled,
laughing from a monitor screen, bits of bytes and data from a cable;
and every second of our lives, we would have to be stuck with you.
You speak of knowing our hurt, mocking our pain as if it was true,
And I pity those who found tall buildings, and harming themselves
before they could ever reach out to find any sort of help.
I'm sorry, I had a major fall earlier, and I may have a concussion
So please  I beg you to understand and excuse my cussing:
but **** SOCIETY!

Truthfully speaking, ******* society!
What the **** have you done for me?

The raindrops weren't all the same,
And somedays I wished they were.

The raindrops came in all sizes,
And somedays I wished it didn't rain.

The raindrops came,
And somedays that's all I wanted.