I'll never be good enough for her
I think she knows this
I always try so hard to prove myself
but I'll never be what she needs
I am not good for her or her family
I have so many questions to ask her
so many things I'm scared to hear or say
I love her
with everything I have and am
I can't even bear the thought of losing her
just the thought crushes me
but it has to end sometime
nothing lasts forever
can she see it in my eyes
when I leave her house
that I'm breaking
I'm afraid if I ask her
any of the things on my mind
that I'll have pushed to much
and the bubble will pop
and this beautiful thing will disappear
forever
and I'll never get the chance to tell her
that I don't just love her
I am in love with her
and that makes all the difference in the world
love and in love
I have never been in love
and that one difference
that small word change
is what keeps me from going back to the dark places
it's my life cord
but I can't tell her that
or she'll feel like she has to keep it up
but what if she already knows and stays with me just because of that
I just don't know
but I would suppose I have to tell her
have to ask her
or I'll never be sure she loves me too
and what would be the point other wise

..please..oh tell me..please
                 who you are..where did you came from..

              ..why do
          surround me so much..
                     ...tsunami..tornado..

          ..th­e dark side of the moon..
                                ..can't get enough..
                       ..i just can't..

            ..so please..oh please..
                                  ..stay with me
                          as long that
                                       you can..

             ..you make me ****** again..straight up naked soul..

                                               ..so please..

                              ..give yourself to me..2 equals 1..

                                        ..i'm yours 4 taking..

I've never been kissed so gently
so purposefully
as if the world depended on your lips      
and my skin.

I'm not sure what you see
maybe a flower with thin petals you don't want to rip,
maybe a face of porcelain you don't want to scratch,
maybe a healing heart you don't want to bruise.

I've never been kissed so softly,so cautiously,like you are somehow made of shattered glass
and are careful not to cut my skin
just because you are broken.

As if you don't see the scars and burns
that already pepper my heart,
as if I'm the fragile one,
     thin and feeble,
small and unreachable as if there is a chance I could melt into the ground
if you hold too tight,

and maybe there is a chance I will.

It seems like you map out the placement,
like stars making a curious pattern in the sky,
beyond either of our reaches.

I've never been kissed so delicately,so deliberately
like the winds at midnight across the ocean,
powerful and moving,
soft and caressing.

As if I'm a gem you have been searching for,
blood red,
milky,
uncut
and you don't want to snag your lips on my edges,
or maybe you don't want to scratch the surface.

I'm not sure I will ever know.

I'll hold my head up high,
And pretend not to cry,
But when I go inside,
My feelings are deprived.

How do you hide a suicidal tendency?
It's just the effect of the end of you and me.
Time takes forever to go by,
I sit here and I wonder why.

Do you know that my heart is with another woman?
As I lay here holding you tight against me, my body is yours.
But can you feel this heart call out for her? Someone who isn't you?
Did you feel me as we made love, reach out for her? Cry for her?
It's her I see when I'm with you. And I don't know how that makes me feel.
You think I love you, but I'm just playing your heart like Beethoven under a moonlit night sky, playing a sonata...

Do you feel that? That warm tear that fell from my eye onto your cheek? Could you possibly know it's for her?
When I tremble alone at night, howling at the moon... yearning for the smell of her breath, the taste of her skin... her...

I barely know you, you're just pretty to me. Not as pretty as her.
Your hair is too long, too dark, too straight, too perfect.
Your eyes foster no depth to them; shallow and lifeless, a void. Hers are like diamonds reflecting a blue moon of a summer night.
Everything about you is wrong, compared to her. Your voice, your arms, your mouth, your heart... you aren't her.

But here I am with you, holding your hand.
There she is, sleeping alone.
Life is cruel.

I want the sun to kiss me upon my forehead
To comfort the cold that stings inside of me
The one that overwhelms me with darkness
I want the wind to blow fresh air into my lungs
Since those are the ones to be tiring the fastest
Leaving me breathless like almost-lovers before

I can see it in your eyes
That you just keep telling me
The same old lies
And you don't know
How it hurts
To know someone
Whom you love
Stab you at the back
And leave you there bleeding
How does it make you happy

Killing has become too easy and life has become too cheap. Many put the blame on an implement and not the person who wields it. Banning a thing never works as it causes it to be wanted more and enriches those who do not regard the law. The teaching of morality is our failure. The idea of civil discourse has been replaced with a selfish nature as the lesson of the day. Only when we accept that we are our own worst enemies and stop Blaming an object for our actions, will we begin to resolve our problems without violence and come to realize that guns aren't the problem.

The darkness has arrived
My old life now means nothing
My body just becomes lifeless
No more torture
No more memories
All that's left is the scars
Of whom I use to be
Now I can finally be alone
No more tears
No more crying
No more nightmares
I'm finally free
I won I got away