Your too sweet love
Pours over me
Like fake amber maple syrup
I'm starting to drown in the thickness of it.

I gasp for air and ask for help
But you don't know why
And my scars are a mystery to you
And my drug is invisible to you.

You turn away and blindly say
You don't know that part of me and you don't care to.

You know me like you know the moon;
You’ve only ever seen it at night,
In the same light,
You have only viewed one side.

And I’ve been everywhere,
Even to the dark side of the moon
And I tell you about it
I’m stranded here but you refuse to believe it.

It is as if I'm asking you
To drink poison,
How could you tarnish
Your perfect image of me?

So you keep walking
With your head in the clouds
Oblivious to my calls below
While I try to bring you back down.

Woe-is-me as I earnestly
Remind you: your feet are on the ground.

You don’t love me,
You love that photo shopped,
Made-up,
Torn and frayed picture of me.

Yet I cannot make you see the truth,
So I cling to the
Overly sweet love you give me,
This maple syrup is all I have left.

You hold me so moldily
Just like the too-ripe fruit in the bowl in my pantry.

I might as well try
So here I go again
Trying to convince you
Of the dark side of the moon.

But you never
Had ears for me
Only eyes for me
And petty lies for me.

You always told me
You wanted to travel
To the moon,
But here I am,
Alone and trying to build a rocket ship.

How can I let you down,
Let you down easy.
You are heavy in my arms
I can't carry both of us
We both fall down.

You draw another line in the sand
I take a step back, wepon in my hand.
I don't want to hurt you
All you ever did was love me
Protect me, make me feel worthy.
But I can't return the favor
All I can taste is the wrong flavor
And I should tell you why...

But how can I let you down,
Let you down easy.
I need to let you go
Before you get too hurt
I whisper my apologies
As I let you down,
This is not easy.

They say today is a gift,
Thats why we call it present.
But today I fell back into the pit
And got laughed at for it.
You uttered a few simple,
Insincere words and
Offered me only those words
As if they were comforting.
It was a whoops-
I-just-tried-to-put-
my-pants-on-as-a-shirt
kind of day. I recieved
A slap from a chicken,
And almost experienced
Death by guitar.  
I tried to rise above it
But I tripped an fell instead.
No, the present wasn't a gift
Not today.

My guitar sits in the corner,
It beckons me over.
Ah, but the strings might need tuning
Even though they rarely do.

A song grows in my head,
A seedy little idea.
But the melody has not come to me
Even though a few strums would find it.

And who am I kidding,
Tuning strings is like tying shoe laces;
Quick, easy, neccesary to get me places.
I like tuning my guitar.

And this song is more than an idea
It is a fire that needs fuel.
I suppose guitars make good fires,
As long as there is no snapping of wires.

This fire is about you.
It burns bright
Brings me fright
What if I can't stop it?
But what if I don't want to?

My guitar is no longer in the corner.
It found its way into the fire.
The crackle, a perfect melody.
The light, an illuminating song.
The heat, unstoppable,
Just as it should be.

It is night time
has been for awhile
but boy, when you
look at me and smile
the moon shines brighter.

I was stuck in the dark
A child whose night-light
burned out, left trapped
on an island, hoping
for day to come,
and with it the sun so
maybe I could see the sea
I need to swim through
to get to better places

But it is still night time
unfortunately the sun
still does not shine
but when your
lips meet mine
the moon shines brighter

I love the stars
And I hate the stars
For they twinkle beautifully
Always barely out of reach
and I reached for the stars
just like they told me to
but with the moon
as my witness  
my arm stretched
not far enough,
never far enough.

It is still night
but rather than
hiding under
the veil of the stars
I dance in the moon light
because maybe I'm alright
When I look into your eyes
They know not of any lies
They whisper I love you  
And the moon shines brighter.

As if this scalding hot coffee
In my hands
Could somehow
Drastically change my existence

This could be my therapy
If I could be
Worth the effort it would take
To fix me, the mistake.