I promised I wouldn't anymore
I lied
I said I was happy again
I lied
I said I was content
I lied

I swore I wouldn't pick up another screwdriver again
So I did
And I swore I wouldn't dampen my pillow anymore
So I did
I also swore I loved myself
So I did

I thought we were friends
I'm not sure
She hates me now...doesn't she?
I'm not sure
Because he likes me, not her
I'm not sure

I said I was happy, yet I lied
I swore I wouldn't cry....so I did
And I thought she would always be there for me...but now I'm not sure

fingers dance
up and down
the fretboard
a violinist gives voice
to endless frustration
~
lyrics hold
endless
meaning -
damaged souls tangle
themselves in the chords,
******* vitality
as milk from a mother
to
drown out endless
white noise
~
tears roll down cheeks
pale from
lack of sunlight,
glimmering with
tiny flames as
heros conquer the demons
we /wish/ we
had
the bravery
to tackle

Kissed collarbones
Bruised lips
You told me about the gifts you had for me
(I'll keep everyone)
The love letter written on the back of a napkin
We have been in love more ways than there are words to describe:
Passionately
Bitterly
Yearningly
Miserably
Tenderly
Dis­astrously
Continuously
No matter how many times we pull apart
The elastic bands around our hearts snap us back together
High force collisions always end spectacularly
You've given me countless gifts
And I'll keep them
*forever

I recognise
those tired eyes
with fond recollections
how we made them so
by the lush warmth of the fireside
through the night:
decadent movements.
Oh,
how those eyes and your body glowed.