Selfishness, is not a virtue.
Pride, can overwhelm you.
Loving yourself does not require these, too

And if you cared for others,
then they'd come before you.
And if they cared for you,
They wouldn't ask you to.

An eye for an eye?
The old Gods are dead
Your ways are outdated.

It's time to forget.

You forgot me, i know it's so.
Because the "me" you knew,
Isn't the "me" I know.

You'll never forget me.
Because you never knew me.

Hello baby,
I'm not sure what to say.
I've been waiting a long, long time just to see you here today

I think you know me.
Remember hearing me?
Telling you how beautiful I know you'll turn out to be

You open your eyes, and smile

Hello daddy, i hope you're proud of me.
I know I don't really have that much to say.
There won't be a lot that I'm able to tell you for awhile
So i hope that you see this in my smile.

                                                         ­                  " Hello, daddy"

"He will never change."

You hold, in light, true what was said.
If he cannot change, then is it you, instead?

Subject of controversy,
Burden to mercy.
Why are you sure
When it's happened before.

What once was there, you loved it so.
Is it gone now? Where did it go...
"He will never change."
Then what did?

Boredom.
Fatigue.
You will be there forever.
We will see.


"He will never change."
Perhaps he never will,


And if he never did?

Noone can hear what you really want to say
So inside, it stays
And hopefully, one day...

So much you feel cannot be related
You fear, will be hated

It hurts in your chest.

Your feelings for them,
They don't share with each other,
Hearing you slip,
Your fears keep cover

Hiding the feelings you have for your mother
Not letting her see how you feel for your father
In thier presence, knowing one hates the other
Your fears keep them covered.

You've grown, and now you let slip more than ever,
The feelings you have for how I feel for your mother
And the pain you feel that we cant be together

Im so glad to hear you confide, however.

You begin to know you can tell me whatever
And i'll always love you the same Wherever
Forever

A phantom felt for a thread clearly gone,
Sensations still linger, the ghosts still strong.

  The intuition denies the connection is real.
The heart and the mind.
Arent sure what to feel.

  The hope is a curse, a loose thread untethered
It feeds unspoken lies.
It voids all desire,

To move from the fire.

But higher, is seen, a tool to destroy it.
Shaking hands can't grasp, for the pain.
Where two were thought to burn, one cast aside
So one burning soul remains.

Willingly burning, willingly waiting.
Willingly dying, so slowly, Waiting

   Waiting forever, or at least so it seems,
And willingly waiting forever yet again.

It will not end.

  So salvation cannot be wielded by the unwieldy.
I gave you the scissors, to end your hold on me.
You slew the thread of hope before me.

The angels became the devils.
The souls, only human, nothing more.

So many lies unleashed, now remembered in the end
And the warning of strained friendship, difficult to mend.

The warnings i passed before you took on with me,
Either uncareing, or unbelieving. No trust placed in me.

Now torn and severed, by your seemingly calloused hand.
I thanked you for revealing that this is the end.

For setting me free, for showing me hope in us was a lie.

And i'll still be your friend, because I love you this way.

                                                           ­             But it'll never be the same <3

The answers I've sought never seemed too far,
But i accepted the pursuit was neverendng.

  It feels right to persue.

Years before, I dreamt of you.
Not knowing, even after we met.
A girl, on a bus, looking back at me.
Departed, and heavied my chest.

Long ago, when young, i felt the longing,
Not unlike homesickness,
But for this fictional character i witnessed.

There will never be a time i wasn't connected.
Her face, her head laden with long black hair
the other half, the female half
the same, but having what i do not have.

Growing up, with mental uncertainty
This dream of the half of me, left

In such a hurry.

Always around, but too far away.

Im homesick for the time I didnt know this dream.

Roses are red,
This, i assume.
Like many things i see in my room.

Laptops are black.
Carpet is brown?
How can i be sure,

Take one look around!

You say, what is blue, is blue. I do too.
But what's blue to you, to me, may be new
Perhaps with my eyes attached to your brain,
You'll, instead, not see "blue", but some color you cant name!

So if roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Then your confident enough.