I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

Why does it seem like every moment I spend thinking is wasted on you?

Even when I know my mind is filled with so much more and it can't be true.

Sometimes I see your face in my dreams, haunted and pained.

Then I hold you in my arms and looks just the same.

Is my mind creating fiction
to feed my addiction
to the satisfying attention
I feel in our tension?

Or is the pain from your lies that you try to play down
causing your face to set in an almost permanent frown?

Stop making me out to be this impregnable foe.

I melt when I'm with you, but you freeze as if I'm ice cold.

You wouldn't ever listen to me pour my soul even if I tried,
You wouldn't even care if I were to lie down and die.

The way you infect my blood
I am unable to fight your disease
My pale skinned face red with heat
My troubled head goes without ease

Bones are frail, you allow me no sustenance
I lie weak in my bed drenched in sweat
I know you are gone for all of tonight
so why does it feel like you never left?

Tortured heart racing, keeping me alive
My labored breaths keep me from sleep
Tossing and turning, feeling you near
My mind spiraling from your fever dream

I feel the end is making camp nearby
Death's cold, unjust hand rests on my my own
You make your way throughout my body
Until at last my body becomes your home

Content by silence sits my heart
But races through with threaded hurt
Quiet slides the strings through flesh
Hard to know when pain is pure

Music is a tasteless joy with no compare
Empty noise fills mindless heads
My soul is heavy with weightless air
My body is full of food not ever fed

How the days do pass when my eyes dont close
My nights spent seeing the next and more
Peril is a sleepless slumber had when dreaded
And how I do dread the nights to my very core

I like the ivy that grows in the stones
In every crevice it finds a home

A place it will find, always one to belong
A nuisance to many, but of them I'm quite fond

I wish to be an ivy plant and make way as I please
Riddle the world with my beauty, though my beauty is weeds

The condfindence of an ivy, such a sight and a treasure
I wish to be an ivy but to an ivy I cannot measure

I like to think of you
little moments
and tiny things
Keep on thinking
so I think again

Laughing and smiling
Walking away
Keeping a good distance
Keeping a good pace

I have a headache
Thoughts are no good
yet not so bad
so maybe I should

A warm hand
A place I like to be
I like to be there only
If you're there with me

There you are in my head
Bursting at the seams
Get out, you funny friend
You devilish fiend

I love to think of you
Little moments
They mean everything
So I keep on thinking
And I think again