If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I'll grow old, start acting my age
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
So you can forget, you can forget

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

Under Indigo moon
and ****** White sky
I lost myself, one night in July

The wind it did gush
and the stars they did soar
your eye was my eye
your hand was my floor

I thought about you
and I thought about me
how I felt
like a tide
in a whirlpool at sea

The colours did deepen
in that garden of mine
like my deep lucid dreams
that night in July

The months linger on
and the more they do move
I feel myself pulling out
further from you

And the whishing tongue wishes
on Indigo moon
not to drown in July
but to float back to June

I will simply
fade
out of your arms
float
out of your eyes
seep
out of your blood
drift
out of your mouth
leak
out of your mind
drip
out of your memory

*forever the drizzle, never the hurricane

Your name
like my teeth grew feet and danced across my lips
swirled and spun like your cigarette smoke
grasps my throat and cuts me up
and sews me back so gently
never has it caressed my mind
only stormed through it
but it floats through my breath
and chatters on my teeth
and growls and moans and
melts away into the air
and my sleepy eyes will search for yours
behind smoke and stupid words
my favourite of these being
your name

A crescent of your love
is all I do request
not the full moon you have offered her
and all the beating heart inside your chest

You give your swain a starlit sky
And paint blue to a Sunday morning as time goes by
I'll scrape the dust of a star from a single one
and admire from afar, the glisten in your eye
like given unto her, that Sunday sun.

I'm looking for a way to tell you that
you're the nicest abundance of chaos
I have ever known
and to write it is nice because
even if we still get some years left
you'll still read this
and know

When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older--see it face to face
And now I'm older--gotta get up clean the place

And I was greener, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down give me a place to be

And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh so weak in this need for you

Sunburnt smoke, inhaling you
makes me choke on the words I drew
arms are warm in Friday sun
take me with you when we're done

Borrowed clothes and broken bones
sweaty palms on bus rides home
I'll find comfort in your hands
your heart's a map and I'm making plans

Crumbled ashes haze in grey
alone again for another day
I'll wait for sunshine to melt the snow
but your map's still too far for me to go

Headphones hum a lullaby
an old hello, now a new goodbye
and any darkness I once knew
will covet skies a shade of Blue

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I'll grow old, start acting my age
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget
So you can forget, you can forget

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

And now we're back here again
after 5 months
light hair and
green eyes
never really left my mind
a whole weekend spent
repairing what was lost before
what we can't get back but
we can try

And you're not James Dean
no matter how many times
you try to get me to admit it.
But at midnight
you held me like Jim Stark anyway.

I'm glad I went to see you
so I know
you can still kiss me in the same way

The flame to my heart is held by a girl
but she doth burn too lowly
her fire flickers slowly
and she trembles like aspen
if only-

she knew that her smile
could birth worlds anew
and her colours in her eyes
could shatter an opal's abounding hue
the way she shatters her wrists
against a china sink
and watches the blood run away with the water

She is so beautiful
all fallow and fawn
and coffee breath and unfriendly scorn
and chapped lips that I would kiss
I would

I tell her the stars will implode in their final hour
and they will all cry out her name
but she cannot notice the star riddled skies
under dark clouds and thunderous rain

I think about you often
skin as soft as knives
but I'd cut my hands right off
just to touch your cheek again
And my lips would spill crimson
to kiss yours

I would drain my blood for you

At the lecture
of Philosophical means
I saw you again
it's been two years, hasn't it?
Yes, it has.

You look very different now
you wear glasses
and you're skinny
and your cheekbones are refined
but it's been two years, hasn't it?
Of course, of course you have changed

I glanced
I didn't smile
I glanced the whole day through
the same smile
the same eyes
the same arched eyebrow
I couldn't help but miss you

I think from time to time
how things would be
if I hadn't ruined things
it wasn't you, I know it was me
two years ago I hurt people
two years ago I loved you
two years
and I still miss you

Now we live different lives
and there we met again
I with my peers and you and your friends
subtle glances
silent thoughts
of how things would have been
after two years
of singular
once one year of one entity

At the end of the day
the rain began to fall
and I walked past you
trying not to notice at all
and you walked away in a distant haze
and I watched you
in the February rain
two years of unanswered questions
now still do remain
two years
and counting
two years
stays the same

I still look at you
and think
you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen
even though you've never really seen me
not really

My cold feet cannot be warmed
in the fire that is my heart

00:01
I feel sick now and awfully lethargic. I think I may die. I am going to sleep.

00:23
I was being dramatic. I shan't die... not yet, anyway.
But someday I will, and so will you. Your pages will rot and melt into the ground, and no one will read you. And your paper will grow into trees and my words the leaves, and won't they be blown by the wind, and those leaves die? But that is words, and thoughts, and feelings. They are not everlasting, but they are certainly thought again, and felt again, and said again, and again, and again...

Now I see the light
I want the darkness back

I once knew someone
who'd sew thorns into their sleeve
and shake everybody's hand
leaving them with blood
seeping through their skin

I wish you loved me
the way you love her.

I feel like a ghost
I'm sure I am
I float through wall to wall
and no one ever sees me
I paint myself bright
and no one ever sees me
I look into their eyes
and they look right through me
maybe I should stay black and white
so they don't feel haunted by me