These days
the beer just tastes of dust,
like kissing a skeleton,
or old blood gone to rust.

These days
the books read me,
and I fear endlessly
what it is they see.

These days
the ceiling stares back,
with eyes deprived of
my supposed identity.

When we first met I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for you, but I did.
When we first innocently cuddle in bed as friends I wasn’t supposed to want to be in your arms all night, but I did.
When we first kiss I wasn’t supposed to, but I did, and I have no regrets.

Live today,
Die tomorrow,
Write...
FOREVER!!!

There's marks on her body.
The cuts on her wrists,
The bruises on her legs,
The bags under her eyes.

These marks you see, she makes.
The cuts she does,
is to feel something.
The bruises she makes,
because she feels ugly.
The bags under her eyes,
because she can't sleep.

These marks you see,
she makes.
To feel pain,
to feel prettier,
to not rest.

Until her body is a goner.
These marks you see,
she makes.

Wind applied his might
Not only on birds in flight
But on the Ocean too

I broke up with her
It wasn't easy but I did it
You was the one I loved from the go
It was just hard to tell the difference
And you said nothing about it
She loved me as much as I love you
This I say not to make you guilty
I just want you to see the depth of my sacrifice
She drinks a lot, but you don't-she even smokes
She has no passion for my art and poetry
Yet all you asked for was my next piece
And my next and I gave it to you as you pleased
She might have your eyes but she ain't you Lizz
She might have that graceful walk
Yet you're so special just the way you talk
I broke up with her and I'm sorry it was Easter
I had to do it even if she's your twin sister
I just hope your sympathy for her isn't more than our love
For It's all I'm counting on right now, It's all I have