When it comes down to enlightenment
Consider me the lightest of them all.
Soaring above, the rest of them silent,
I shall leave this place leaving you appalled.

There are liars and cheaters on every block
of seemingly perfect cities.
And being the hypocrite I am, I only mock
when what I really need is pity.

For of all the pathetics living today
I am the worst of them all
I shamelessly hurt you in every way
and you will only see me fall.

I deserve to have all the hate in the world
crammed into my body oh so nice
so all I can do is be tortured and curled
so demented, as a sacrifice.

Maybe then I'll get some sleep tonight
by realizing I only deserve the worst.
And there's no way I could make it right
since my very existence is cursed.

If I could select the way I die
Any torturous death would do
I have felt pain in a big supply
And it is all thanks to you

When it comes to agony, I am prepared
I shall not wince or cry
Because of you I won't be scared
If misery is how I die

Because I know it all too well
I barely consider it complication
It's how I feel when under your spell
When you sentence me to separation

In loving you I've come to accept
That dying won't be so bad
By leaving me
pain is all that is left
I will welcome death
I will be glad

Somebody to fill the spaces between your fingers.
Somebody who adores all your quirks and fetishes.
Somebody that loves hearing you tell those stories as much as you love telling them.
Somebody always ready to embark on an adventure with you.
Somebody with the capability of hitting all your tickle spots accurately every time.
Somebody who knows all your favorite parts to all your favorite songs from all your favorite bands.
Somebody who shares the same kissing language as you.
This is what you need:
Me.

That feeling of too many thoughts in my head
That sound of too many things that were said
That boy with too many feelings on a thread
That moment of too many loves in a bed

This feeling of too little thoughts shared
This sound of too little people who cared
This boy with too little that made him scared
This moment of too little plans unprepared

Any relation is translation for complication
of the heart
You looked around and then you found
a place that is in the dark
You did not care of the burden to bear
from sharing a hollow one
But a heart is a heart and right from the start
it felt like what's done is done
And so I say time is taking me away
and I am growing older
So why not come with me today
and stay until it's over
I'll never get tired of your big maroon shoes
if you won't get tired of my wild curly hair
I am in love with everything that you do
and I always smell your scent everywhere
I just hope I did everything right
At least I know I did today
cause you're holding me tight
And I won't ruin the day
so I'll discontinue to write
So we can enjoy on my driveway
the ever so lovely night

We refused to sit
until they brought us our own table.
I ended up sitting next to you
something I hadn't done in a while.
But we both gave a smile,
with a friendly-stranger hello.

There's a picture of all of us.
I am tilted face down, but
not from sadness this time.
We all had on different faces
I hope that photo never erases.

Because we took the world and made sure to stand
until they brought us our own table.

With a face like that, oh so set in stone,
it is no wonder that he is alone.
He is a tunnel filled with secrets
and I just yearn to explore.

If he wants me so, he ought to know to
chip off the stone until his real face shows through.
He is a Mona Lisa painting
and I'm begging for a smile.

What I request is really not that much
just reveal to me your dreams and such.
He is a scared bird, trusting no one
and I want to make him fly.

I was "asleep"
and the only thing that connected us
was the ****** phone connection.
I was "sleeping"
and we were both comforted by the fact
that we could almost hear the other breathing
at the other end.
I was "asleep"
and you didn't realize that I heard every word
when you lowered your voice and said into the static
*"I don't think I've ever loved anything as much as I love you."

I could write about you in depth
but what good is putting something
as infinitely gray as you into
constricting black and white letters.

They say
writers write with words
poets paint with them.