I saw an old man today
he was stood on the edge of forever
with a weary smile
he closed his eyes
and whispered a name
before taking a step
into the unknown,

and I swore
I would never be like the old man
but here I stand
with a longing in my heart
and a name tattooed across my arm
the wind she calls my name
like I wished you would a thousand times
and I take one step forward
into the unknown.

They say that truth hurts
and maybe it should
because sometimes
we need a punch in the throat
something to wake us up
from this drunken stupor
we continue living
day in, day out
like how you walk around believing
that no one understands you
you feed yourself pretty little lies
it starts off hard to swallow
but with time, a lie becomes a fact
and how convincing you can be
and the crease on your forehead
grows deeper with every day
although secretly you have to admit
it amuses you that people even care
maybe it is our fault
our fault for feeding your petulance
feeding it with care and compassion
you must feel so proud of yourself
for fooling the naïve denizens
because well,
snap your fingers
a dozen shoulders-to-cry-on appear like magic
or maybe your boyfriend tells you you're perfect
and you don't have to change a thing
maybe your girlfriend swears your parents are insane
"it's your life, you should do what you want"
***** that,
society itself is wrong
nobody gets you like you get yourself
and don't you wish everyone would just mind their own ****** business
but here's the thing
look at yourself right now
what do you see
you think that frown is cool
or is it really the truth
does society really have it against you
maybe the problem is you
for once have you ever stopped and wondered
could it be that I'm wrong
and they're right
because no matter how irritating your parents may be
they're the only ones you've got
not all parents are good
sure, but what about yours
she carried you for nine months
has she ever asked you for back dated rent
has she ever complained that you wrecked her body
leaving her with stretch marks and flabby skin
has he ever asked for a refund on your education
how about when he had to wash your backside
or when you soiled his shirts with your tears and snot
and you're listening to your boyfriend or girlfriend over them
what does someone you met 3 months, 6 months, 1, 2 or even 3 years ago know about you
maybe,
just maybe
you're wrong and they're right.

Is your heart so big
that you needed a compass
to find your way
to where my love was stored?

Is your heart so big
that you needed to fill each room
with anyone whose smile
was wider or brighter than your own?

Is your heart so big
that you had so much love to share
that you couldn't shower
all of it on me?

Is your heart so big
that you thought you could
invest in love
and spend it on two souls equally?

Is your heart so big
that you thought you could keep
me from the truth
that your heart
wasn't big enough for me?

If I were to paint a scene for you
I'd fill it with shades of black and blue
like the colours of my heart
as it beats itself to a pulp
holding onto your promise
it once thought to be true.

You are my last breath
the final pocket of air
I keep buried inside
before I die
a martyr
of the brutality of your love
transcended and
transfigured.

I sought in you
the stars and the moon
but you said your
"I love you"
came much too soon
your kiss sighs 'Yes'
but your hands
they're screaming 'No'
with you I don't know
if I should stay
or if I should go.

If wishes did come true
then I wish . . .
I wish I were the air
the air that sustains you
that causes your chest
to rise and fall
the one thing you
can't live without.