Smoke another cigarette
Lay me under the stars
Taste the whiskey on my breath
Kiss all of my scars
Give me a memory I won't forget
Up each thigh
Something I'll wonderfully regret
Down each wrist
This feeling I have missed

You, you are mine
And I want to try
Try to understand
Why you
Of all people
Want to hold my hand.
I'm a ******* wreck
Yet you still want to kiss my neck
And you do everything
So effortlessly
So why
Oh god why be with me

The majority of people are blind,
Arrogant,
Swallowed up in their own ignorance,
And the rest too consumed with reality to admire the beauties of the world.
There's yet to meet someone in between that understands the pain,
The pain of being aware of the horrors in the world,
Yet also finding calm in the storm.
The pain of not being able to share the bitter sweet emotions that are subsided.
It's so lonely stuck in between
**** is it lonely

It's 3 in the morning
My mind is racing
All I crave is someone's touch
Someone's skin against mine
The comfort of another's warmth and rhythmic breathes
To lay my head on their chest and listen to their heart beat
Until my breathing syncs with their every inhale
Every exhale
Simply at ease with my thoughts
And every worry subsided

I remember being a little kid, having no cares in the world
so ignorant and full of life
there was a glimmer of hope always in my eyes
I wanted nothing but the best for everyone around me
Then you happened
You stole my innocence
Now the glimmer is gone and i can't see straight
Everything is a blur, and I can't find the beauty in little things
The once pure, white canvas is now black, coated with ashes.
It all started with one act of trust
I let you in, was fooled into caring
And you destroyed it.
For years I've dealt with the guilt and horrid memories of your rough hands taking advantage of me
It wasn't much, but it was enough
more than enough
Your fingernails left scars on my inner thighs.
I can't get rid of your mark..
I'm forever haunted by you

I'm not a put out cigarette at the end of a rough day,
Your midnight **** on the torn up couch because you were lonely,
I'm not an excuse for you to pretend you don't care,
Your extra blanket that gets thrown on the floor when it's too warm.
I'm not your second choice,
I'm my own last,
And that already makes my mind spin far too fast.

I made a mistake
Once it was poorly made
The thread began to slowly unwravel.
After a while it all fell apart
One by one
Until there was nothing left.