The truth is,
Nobody cares,
Who you are,
Or what you think,
They only see,
What they want to see

Looking up,
To the clouds,
Bearing my soul,
To the Summer sky,
Bleeding,
Under the dome,
Of perfect blue,
Fractured but serene,
Because he feels,
So real,
So honest,
Nothing like I've known,
But so much more

I'm falling back,
Into old habits,
Drawing my lines,
Through the loneliness,
Giving in,
To the emptiness,
Open my eyes,
Remind me where we are

I have lost so much,
Gambled away all of myself,
With each bet a higher bid,
Until now,
When I find nothing,
Not one shred of myself to offer,
I have given all,
Wasted all,
And you have left me,
Nothing

It's become nothing more than
a vivid dream, replayed in my
mind through a blurry lense.
You ignore it; it keeps me awake
every night.

A slave to all the poison,
Running through my veins,
Take my rights,
I've no will

So many years,
Have come and gone,
But I still feel,
The same hollow feeling,
Eating away at my insides,
Somewhere beyond me,
Destroying my will to fight,
My reasons to live,
Forgotten

I want to hold you
with pages and ink.

My back's against the wall
as I run razors over my legs
on the bathroom floor.
I'm thinking of you,
of your skin in the sunlight
and the way it would pierce
your dark eyes.

What hurts the most,
Is keeping it all,
Inside,
Knowing it would feel,
So right,
Letting you go regardless,
Of everything,
Because I know the answer,
Is no

.           I don't love/want/need you | You're everything/nothing/something
I don't care/think/breath anymore | But I'll wait/drown/choke
             I'm not sure/happy/honest | I thought you needed/loved/knew me



               You taste of ink.


                                                
         ­                                                                 ­      *I'm still in love...

I'm memorising the subtleties
of your voice, the curve of your smile,
the warmth of you on my skin;
trying to put into words
the way everything fades around you
when I look into your eyes.

I only want you to
touch me one last time; to let me
forget myself.

I wasn't expecting you
to put your hands on me
so soon. It happened so fast
and then you were all over
me and it was done. It happened
in the blink of an eye.

It's changed us but I should have
known it would, that you wouldn't
think of me afterwards.