Before I sat on the inside,
With a broken heart I rest my head.
Now I lay on the outside,
With a screaming mind I leave my bed.
Into the night I find you there,
With too much demise and exceeding pride,
You never knew how to care.
Give me, me.
I want myself returned.
I cannot watch my heart a blaze,
It continues on it's burn.

With all its harmonies
And dissonance it plays on,
Never ceasing, never yielding.

One can close his eyes against it
And feel its force, strong and uncompromised.
The sound swells and builds and grows,
Moving mountains, bringing cities to their knees.
It is a scream, echoed in the voices of the people.

With all its harmonies
And dissonance it plays on,
Never ceasing, never yielding.

And then, this incomparable force gives way
To the most frightening sound of all:
Silence.

It all fades away
And all that’s left

Is silence.

I wish I could be as
transparent as you are
it would be as simple as saying

I've changed my mind
kiss me

or maybe

yes, I really do like you

or even

you say you're missing a girlfriend?
no, you're not. I'm right here.

but I prefer honesty to transparency
so I'll just hug you each time we meet
and smile as you wrap your arms around me

and hope you haven't found someone new
and pray that it's you each time my phone vibrates
and consider texting you first, but i won't
because I don't do that and I'd only be bothering you

and because I value honesty
I'll be honest with myself:
I've ******* up again
and you don't want me anymore

it's just as well
I would have messed up
sooner or later
anyway.

you catch more flies with honey
than with vinegar.*

yes, but you also catch flies with
Venus fly traps
and swatters
and spiders.

sometimes it pays to be nasty,
don't you think?

I can't breathe,
I'm choking on you.

that's not it it
what i want
i just...
what it's like!
not to be told
but to know
to experience
as mine, mine!
never changing
always...
what I want.
what they have.
assuredly worthless
philanthropy
i am
you don't
didn't, won't.
mine.

all mine.

I've seen you sleep;
Your breaths are
Sweet.

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you.

Your chest
It moves up and
           d
           o
          w
          n
Your breathing slows;
Do you know I'm
Watching?
Listening?
Breathing your exact breaths?

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you.

The air you exhale is
Hot,
Wet,
And sad.
What are you dreaming about?

I would hope that it's me but
You seem terrified of what you see.

I hope you can
Remember how I feel
For you
When I'm gone,
It's vital to how you'll
Live afterwards.