I keep on having dreams
Where my only comfort is
knowing

That your out there
Somewhere

Hiding,Sleeping and Alive

Out of Harms way
from my broken lips
And horrid mind

But I can't keep hoping
Like I do

That you'll come back

Crawling, Groveling, and Love Sick

From the many nights
I've spent up
Cursing You

Because In My Dreams
My Only Comfort

Is really

Only The Idea Of You

It's funny
How missing you an entire
summer

Is quickly turning
into a "what was I thinking"
Fall

Into Eternity
My Brain is washing
Thoughts Of
And us,
we,
a you and me.

God it must be like
Dying
To be living on edge

Tip toeing
between whats real
And that gimme gimme ectasy day

Like breathing threw spandex
Just enough to
make you want more
oxygen

Never wanting
to hear
what anyone else had
to say

Besides the
music would be
too loud anyway

I wanna live that
way

but you know what they
say
Live Hard Die Fast

A week ago I never knew
That an avant garde
music style existed

I also never knew that
it would remind me so much
Of you

With your looks
and stares
always knowing what to say
without moving

But of course all good things
come to an end.

Like when I found out
Avante Garde
doesn't really have to
many bands

and that  I never really
liked you.

I'm getting sick with
The Sickness
Of back to school

Back to backstabbing
Sad girls with pretty eyes
Writing poetry on the wrist
Of they're album cover
looking baby blue

A state so contagious

Fill me up with
Sun and Sand
Let me be
who I am

I don't wanna go back
I don't wanna go back

My mantra
is still spilling
Little ink driven
paper
'You can't..you can't..."

Live without
You

I'm getting sick
With the sickness
Of back to school

What happened to you?
Did your family never give you enough attention?
That you gave it up for a boy
who only came to solicite
your affections?

Can you not see
That she
who gave you air
and birth
struggles with the
daily idea of having you hurt?

I knew your mother
I knew her good
She never hurt you,
like other mothers would.

Being  a runaway
from a home of opresssion
and depression
where you are scared
is different

than running away
from your own reflection.

I don't know where
you are, who your with
or if your even truly that far.

But once you've given all you have
to give

He will leave
dead dying
in a ditch.

You'll be left to roam
in streets,
bar rooms,
shelters,
alleyways.

With the rats
the mice,
and wild men.

Do anything for a dime.
A Nickel.

'Please sir I'll make it worth your time.'

You still have time
Turn back now
Walk away
Don't Make a sound

The doors still open
Come Home Now.

If
my insides
where as gritty
as my taste

would you still doubt
me?

Because every morning
when I wake
up from
my sleep

I get shivers
down my spine
remebering the things
you told me

last night

You make me sick
beyond my reasoning

Yet here I go
again

Playing doctor
Like I Do

Telling you
To keep the
sword away
from
Your Heart

Suicide isn't
As glorious
As a new start