Expectations can be vicious things
Casting a mirage, making things appear sugary sweet
Playing tricks on your mind and luring you in
You're envisioning your perfect fantasy
Taking that fateful step towards uncertainty
Head high and heart full of blissful unrealistic expectations
You find yourself stumbling in upon...

Nothing
But emptiness
And your shattered dreams

Don't mistake me for gentle, i'll hurt you if you hurt me
And the pain that I long ago buried will come back with such force and velocity, you will regret ever crossing me.

But don't think i'm heartless, I will caress you softly easing your worries, letting your burden become my responsibility if you allow that of me.

I am ying and yang, a balance between dark and light and will use both to my full capability.

Beautiful words and sickly sweet lies
You’re falling through darkness, he’s changing your mind
You’re filled with temptation and with nothing else left
He’s requesting your soul and your very last breath
Though unwise to make deals with the devilish kind
You hand in your contract, read over and signed
In return for this contract he has given you this
Some talent, some sin and a wonderful twist
Of fortune and fame, but know the devil is just
A mastery of trickery and he’ll show you just such
Good luck with your days, though now there a few
You should have known better, he’s now coming for you

Today, my neighbors house alarm went off
The defending sound, shattering the silence, a warning
Which revealed the reality
That crime would always be near us and in our proximity
I think it stuck with me more than it did the others
Because as the noise stopped, I'm sure they went back to their bubble
But I stood, thinking about the fluorescent light
A silent sign, that somewhere along the line something wasn't right
Alerting me of the false sense of security, I had all along
It blinked, I thought I was safe, it told me I was wrong
A morse code, telling me that I took it for granted
But the illusion of safety had just been disenchanted
So I began wondering
What other warning lights had I been avoiding
I peered out the window again
And the warning light continued
Begging to be noticed, but I could barely see it
My bubble made it blurry, I felt at home with my ignorance

His presence quiets the voices within my head
The voices that point out how many people could be looking at me
How they could be analyzing me, tearing me apart for all to see
Their sound of laughter is their way of mocking me
These voices echo within my body, their honestly killing me,
Their brutality making self-consciousness a constant enemy
With no pity, they attack and aim to **** all ease
But with him, it is different, the voices take a break
From their daily schedule of mocking and ridicule
His voice fills my head, a soothing alibi to fight with me
But I know without him square one is a certainty, no improvement
I will be a stranded soldier, fighting an army,
Of voices with no weapons, but words that bring me to my knees
So for now, with no unease, I will enjoy the quiet and hope he stays with me

My life became a whirlwind of what ifs
And after a tornado of destruction and desolation
I am left with the question, what now?

I want delicate words that expertly unravel around your sculpted body,
cascading down your pale skin while sinking in to erase the ugly sentences life has cast upon you.

I want the things I write to stain you with my presence, a sign to the world that I have covered you already so there is no more of you to see.
So the devious individuals who grow eager to wedge themselves under your skin, know that there is no way I would let them in, because you are mine and will always belong to me.

These would be rich words full of anomalies that leave a lingering taste upon your lips when you whisper them softly. They would hold the potential to wrap themselves around you in a suffocating vice, or let you down easily in a beautiful symphony of literacy. They would be harsh when they need to be, but sweet in majority.

I want these words to stay in your memory, to hold you and comfort you, protect you and sometimes mother you. So when my touch is absent and my presence gone, you will still feel my words and not feel so alone, so until I am home and can hold you in my arms, these words will be a token to remind you of my love.

But the thing with love is, it can get so overwhelming, that writing about it can no longer be an option, so until I can once again find the words that right now escape me, know I love you today and tomorrow and after that for infinity.