I can breathe in the passion
Of your coke and pop rocks kisses
And feel my hot lava tears
As I feel you touch me one last time

I can feel the beauty
Pounding down the bricks
Surrounding my heart
As blood starts to seep through
Every crevice where I purposely
Didn't put enough grout
Hoping someone would care enough
To come knock all four walls down

Each embrace is played again and again
In my head before
I lay down in a field of
Wilting daisies
Waiting for you to come
And bring them to life

Forever hopeful is my patient heart
But I have been warned that patience wears thin
After years of wear and tear
And I have heart ghost stories
Of lilacs that stop blooming
When they've been picked so many times

Maybe love does leave
When you hold out so long hoping for its truth
Maybe these beautiful hopes
Strung out for so long
Are more sinful than soothing.
(I won't lose hope.)

I hope that my tears
Can write the script for you
When I am at a loss for words
Because I never know how to form the phrase
"I don't have all the answers"

I've trained myself
In the art
Of mask making
I have learned how to
Sculpt perfection
And mold it to my face

A disguise so that they don't see
The boiling black
Of the god-forbidden unknown
So I don't have to see
Their bewildered looks
When I respond with indifference
When my life plan was meant to be
Tattooed on my forehead
For that would be better suited
To calm their nerves

I don't have all the answers
I don't have all the answers
I don't have all the answers

I wish I could give you more
I wish I had more to give
But all that's left of me
If you dare uncover the mask
Are mascara streaks and
Hallowed out, fear stricken eyes

My shaky hands tried to draw the map
Everyone was shouting at me
But I have since broken
The tip of the pencil

I don't have all the answers
I don't have all the answers
I don't have all the answers.

As I read
Each line
Of permanently evanescent truths
I felt small
Demonic fingers
Crawl out from behind my eyes
And snakes
Coiling inside of my throat

Misunderstandings
Were always the death of us
Turning butterflies to ash

The curling up of lips
And mellifluous hums
Of once forgotten tunes
Turned to bashed in taillights
And withering tree bark

I don't know why
But the phrase
"I'm sorry"
Seems to pop into my head
All too often
I know that would only make you angry
For you never blamed me

But you should never
Have had to take that ax
To your ribs
Chopping down your body
Each little bit at a time
To see a rainbow emerge
From the overwhelming cracks
In my heart.
(It's all my fault)

it started out the same way
such a fantasy story
of when boy meets girl
sparks did in fact fly
and electric currents
were exchanged between skin
with every touch

but there was something else
it was always there
yet not quite visible
disguised by the vegetation
that encased it

you foolishly sped up
just as any girl would
accidentally on purpose
you uncovered what was hidden
so deep
ripped off the disguise
of that horrifying fate

and just like that it became
your fate
your reality

in the blink of an eye
your story
was no longer
such a cliché

it took a turn for the worst
as you dug up roots
of old oak trees
which led to tear-streaked letters
and old wooden boxes, clawed
with ****** finger nails
you looked away
when you came across
the daisies with half the petals picked
the idea of not knowing
if he loved you or not
was instantly too much to handle

because in her feeble, sick mind
it would all turn to dust
if he could just lay his lips
upon hers
for one last time

the glorified truth
was a pill
she had learned to down
on many occasions in her life
to ease the pain
of what was too much to bear

and with the touch of the lips
of the man with the dynamic
crimson blue eyes
everything became amicable once again
as bad as he undoubtedly was for her
he was her panacea
he embodied every solution to the problems
he himself caused
his effects mesmerized her
and there was nothing to be done
about it
the half picked daisy vanished
from sight
as long as she was in his arms.