I thought we could spend the night outside,
Alone, cut the world behind.
The fireworks burst,
My eyes even hurt
But I couldn’t go inside.

Your hand would grip mine,
You would make me safe.
And your heart beat would race,
Against my best time.

And I thought we could spend the night outside,
On a trampoline so wide.
The stars would trance,
We could dance,
And in our souls confide.

Your feet would move with mine.
And I’d stumble along,
As you sang your song,
And it’d be a magical time.

But I don’t know what I’m thinking,
I guess I am insane.
I thought I could spend the night with you,
And wait for the falling rain.
And yet at home I must be,
By five, mostly four but sometimes three.
I grab you close and you tell me,
It’s time to leave,

And every time I as I walk away,
The second I turn my back,
I cry.
I guess that is our rain,
Until the fireworks jump in our hearts again.

There is meadow of clovers,
And if you look further in than one would care to walk,
There are two.
The first and the second converse,
Onwards they always talk,
Beyond understanding that could be true.

They talk of life and death and past,
And always they say as the sun sets,
We are two clovers, together beyond anything.
The rest of the clovers are silent, no ears,
These are different from the rest.
They can’t hear or talk or sing.

Nothing could part this pair,
They swore to always be there.
Day and night, dusk and dawn,
You would never hear them yawn,
As with promises they filled the starry air.

One day a human came along,
To the near center of the meadow.
And simply, plucks one of the two.
And now because of some higher force,
I’m a lonely clover among the full throes,
And I’ve been separated from you.

There's a paint smear on my arm,
And it means a little more to me,
Than it does to everyone else.

It makes me smile to see my labours,
Are written all over me,
And covering me in love.

There's a boombox on my window,
A stereo on top of my cassette player,
A radio that's 30 years old.

Everyone throws these away for a minimum price,
But I adore them,
My children.

A smell rubbed into a page
Because words just **** me,
It means everything.

I open my book and inhale the scent,
Remembering when I thought,
That brand of perfume wasn't that strong.

I hold certain things very dear,
As silly as they may be,
They mean a lot to me.

Just dont return my heart,
Because it means more to you,
Than it ever would to me.

Do you want me to tell you,
I am trying to break your heart.
Do you want me to say
I aim to fall apart?
Do I whisper in your ear,
“Time to wake up from this dream”
Do I pretend you don’t deserve me,
Do you really want “honesty”?

Because if those words are what you want,
It’s my job to be your need, to try.
I’ll fall at your feet to please you,
I’ll say the words I can’t mean and sigh.
And in a hush beneath my breath,
I’ll remind you,
“I lie.”

The noise of your eyes,
It’s far too loud.
And thus I look away.

Her eyes are filled with gloom,
And screams,
For someone to notice the noise.
I block my ears.

His eyes are filled with passion,
A promise for a future,
But his passion turns too strong,
Over things not to be passionate for.
I refuse to fuel that fire.

My eyes are almost quiet,
A whisper in an empty house.
Longing.
And yet you see the whispers ache.
You hear,
And fuel the dying fires of my heart.
And whisper back to me words I do not need to hear.
For I feel them too.

The roses lift their wearied heads,
To witness my half-hearted death.
They bow in the most solemn honour
To my corpse and rotting flesh.
And as the ants try drag me together,
They only pull me apart again.
Greedy bites of my insides,
Tried and denied a new friend.
I just waited for the therapy to delete the problem,
And fought against the fight.
Til all at once I finally broke,
And I could never lose this sight.

The vines grow across me now,
Silent sepulchre to possess.
I toss and turn in my perpetual sleep,
Til there is no skin left.
As I'm ensnared in my ivy tomb,
Who left me here to bleed?
Was it your poorly executed handiwork?
Or my own special needs?
A dried zero carved with liquid,
Resembles the prisoner you made of me.
Zero oh so lonely,
But not existent to see.

Still my skin peels away,
Wind runs through my scattered guts.
And as the raw meat finally decays,
Know I've had deeper cuts.
As the last wisps of hair linger in the breeze,
Do you ever reach to catch them?
Maybe this time I'll trap you in my web,
Except not with lies, but truth instead.
You helped build this self-made cage,
I tore free past the thorns.
I'll tie you in knots of lies you made me believe
In a dead shell a soul reborn.

The bony remnants of my fading body,
A harrowing sight indeed.
Butterflies dance and flounce right past,
And never know that it was me.
They kiss my new found fatal wounds,
In beauty you'll never perceive.
I'm ethereal, eternal,
Though my internal never again seen.
I've forgotten you now,
For I've no emotion for you left.
And never again will the roses lift their wearied heads,
To witness my half-hearted death.

You know I'm in love with you,
But you’re breaking me apart.
You know I'm in love with you,
But you're controlling my puppet heart.

I cannot complain,
I gave you those strings,
I spun those webs,
I handed you those reigns.
You know I’m in love with you, but you’re pulling to tight.

You know I love you,
Perfect in my eyes.
You know I love you,
But we’re just killing time.

You know I’m in love with you,
But sometimes I need to escape.
You know I’m in love with you,
But I’ve begun to, suffocate.
You know I love you,
You know I’m in love with you.
Don’t hate yourself,
I just can’t reciprocate.

You know I love you,
You’re the safe option in my life.
You know I love you,
But is it love or crime?
Don’t change a thing,
Don’t blame your fear of me,
You’re perfect in my eyes,
You know I love you,
But we’re just killing time.

You know I’m in love with you,
But I don’t anymore.
You know I’m in love with you,
I wipe the tears that pour.
You know I’m in love with you,
I don’t walk out the door.
You know I’m in love with you,
My heart so sore.
You know I’m in love with you,
I’ll stay, til you’re gone,
Til you’re gone,
Til like all those before,
My love seems too perfect to be more,
I’ll stay,
Til you’re gone.