I should not dream so much about you
Yet I do
That even when I close my eyes,my slumber calls out your name in the dark
It tangles it's legs in thoughts of you
And even when I have days I try to pry them free
I still fail,because you cannot untangle your soul,you cannot untangle everything you are without drawing blood
And I don't want to bleed

I am hoping this love will come to an end soon
Cease to exist in only one mind
Because love gets lonely too
It is a lot easier to share an arrow than you might think
The equally experienced pain, sharing in comfort for one another
Loving someone is giving them the map of your weaknesses
And hoping they do not abuse their right to explore
Our love was a perfect amount of splattered paint
Branded on life's bland canvas
We allowed color to flow from our veins
But I am standing in a pool of only red
I fell through the cracks in your skin and that is where I remain
I am hoping this love will come to an end soon
Because though love is such an exquisite thing
It is not as beautiful, when you are only looking at one half
Of the whole picture

I was a teardrop before
Until I grew into something more
I became waves
I became torrents

I was a trickle before
But now i rush towards light
I was nothing but little hopes
And now I am the dreams

Broken, shattered
Dreams unraveled
Yet new life springs
From empty matter

Bury me
That I might live
A damaged vessel
Is all I give

Bruised and battered
Full of sin
O wretched man
Abiding within

Bitterness watered
By the tears I've cried
Forgive me Lord
For I have tried

Arms outstretched
Mercy tender
For victory now
I must surrender

They say a love so young can only dream of growing old vines and lasting in the withering weather

That the cold stones of pain and sorrow will certainly crumble it away

That it shall never see the purple and orange kiss to create the evermore glorious sunsets

And yet here we are

we are monster in these indigo beginnings
this space and time you forget by dawn
brilliant cracked universes show in your eyes
stop
scream out thy wild dreams
inside blue stars death stands by
look for consequences burned sweet, because
lovely explosions ain't free
difference threatens with pathetic marches
breath yellow dust
ghosts of fantastic commentary
playing in your head
music never gave such blithe
fire crackles, up up it goes
naked hunger ends your soul
but people will hold you intact

I gave my identity to a man
who stabbed me with it.
I gave my identity to my friends
who tore it up into little pieces
to show everyone.
I gave my identity to my mother
who would not touch it.
Every time I would give it away
I would find it crushed
and beaten.
So now I never give it away.
I stay invisible, that's my goal,
and I'm pretty **** good at it.