I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things

she was made of glass
and dandelions
pressed flowers
and sunlight
hair
soft as gossamer
and eyes
the morning dew
her mind
full of daydreams
wishes
hopes
and love
as she danced with air
stepping barefoot
through her solitude
wishing her bones
were not so fragile
and that her heart
would not beat
breaking spun sugar ribs
not made for this world
never to belong
her tissue skin tore
with each tide
every storm
ached her
inside out
but she remains
as her soul
was born of gold
her spirit
mithril
forged
in lakes of fire
so she remains
to love
where she does not belong

we would never know the stars existed if the night wasn't so dark

if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away

Dawn still breaks
Waves still crash upon the shore
Time moves on
Life continues just as before

But....
How can it be?
When you're not here!

The sun still sets
A blazing painting in the sky
The moon and stars shine brightly
Breath taking beauty I can't deny

But....
How can it be?
When you're not here!

The world just keeps on turning
The birds still sing their songs
I hear laughter from those around me
They play music and sing along

But....
How can this be?
When you're not here!

Even I betray you
My heart still beats
I miss you more every day
Still, I'm able to breathe

But....
How can this be?
When you're not here!

I don't know the answers
I only know it's true
I suppose that's how it goes
I have to learn to live without you

But....
It's still so hard for me,
Cause you're not here.