I don't deserve your tears,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
and it only took me 31 days,
to wreck your plastic face.
You're not my baby.
Open up your chest
and there sits the heart
I lived for,
so I extracted the drugs
from your dreams
and injected them into
a heart that's only half yours.

I know you can't rid the taste
of surgery and you know I'll
only **** you in my sleep.
You know I will send you out to sea
because
that's where the bad ones go.
While you're gone I don't want
to have to write to you.
You're the same as the next one,
and the one before you too.

You'll take it to the grave, my word.
I swore never your heart shall I break.
You're just a little girl,
you know nothing of the game I play.
I feel you are free to betray
as I burn my skin with a wick.
Here's a story about a girl,
enough to make you sick.

You had found a way to crown my fingertips,
oh **** this night!
You'll be nursing a ****** nose,
telling your girlfriends your troubles and woes.
This is not the way to love,
I am brain dead,
thinking in blues and reds.
You're blood, red on the bathroom wall.

Now build your coffin where you'll sleep,
take the red from your sobbing eyes,
ink your skin so easily,
start to think with your chest,
you'll see eventually.
Princess wrecked,
shipwrecked in a love storm.
You've been crying since,
and I can't be your prince.

This is ME.
This is YOU.
And even in a poem,
Still separated
By the words and spaces in between.

In the end,
you will be measured
not by the titles
stitched after your name

nor by the degree you have attained
or the clothes you wear
the brand it has
or the wage you earn.

You will be looked upon
measured, honoured
and remembered
by living humane

And being human.

Sweet cigarette,
Oh, Calm me down.
With your pollution and disease,
You'll drag me down.
Smoke will still bellow from my mouth,
As I'm laid down underground.
Smoke festering in my lungs,
Reminds me to breathe in and back out.

Sitting at a bench outside, rolling up,
My memory hands work to their mechanical talk.
The world around is a drone - like me,
An incomplete tone, You see.
I feel like I'm continuously falling back,
Seeing, feeling nothing but alone,
Then there's the black.