and underneath your skin
lies a heart no longer beating

and you lay
cold and still

and you ask
of me questions
with lips tinged blue

to which
there are no
answers


i know not why
and where to now

i know there is sorrow

i know we move on somehow...

but underneath your skin
your heart has finished
it's toil.....

it is okay...old friend
you can rest now.

Does it shine inside of you?
The memory of me...
Like it shines inside of me...
The memory of you.

Do you think I will ever reach you?
Race the miles and the oceans!
Do you think I'm delusional?
For loving you for years even when you don't even love back!

I wish you or anyone can talk me out of this love; whenever somebody tries to invade my world I show them the way out.
Because what if you ever showed up and what if.... Is what hurt the most.

You will love me back one day, wouldn't you? Uh..

You can have
All that you dream
Said my dad
Eyes opening

From that moment
A ****** for lust
Was my main component

Wealth was a must
No one to trust
Hated everyone, except green faces
I guess I had become a racist

Skate through class, got a degree
But only thought of luxury
Traded all my friendships
For full time internships

As you work your way up the latter
Money becomes all that matters
Bank account high, seven digits
Before my age was five times six

But how can you flaunt it to your **** list
When you lack time to even spend it?
So confined, in this concrete jungle
No love of mine, I'd ever stumble

Trapped within the US dollar
Perhaps I shouldn't have even bothered
But now I wear the golden handcuffs
Without a key, I try to stand tough

If I was poor, I'd be less happy
Another round, and make it snappy
Drown myself in fine wine
And crown myself after I snort my line

Set the alarm and sink to bed
I wish I couldeve seen ahead
I wish my father would have told me
Zeros and commas, can make you lonely.

Somewhere along the lines I decided that staying in the corner was best for me. The world was too scary and that I had to protect myself in order not to feel pain, but the pain that I felt after was much more than it could have ever have been with to begin with.  Eventually my thoughts turned into habbit which led to behaviours a belief and then a way of life. Being older does not necessarily mean being wiser but with growth comes awareness and  Im beginning to see that staying in the corner is no longer the salvation I thought it was and is in fact my hell. If life is a box then I want to experience the full four corners of it!!

He was a foxhound
on my trail
after my tail

He scratched at my den
digging for my heart
******* me without art

He stuck his nose in
saying he “dug” me
that the girl I saw him with yesterday
was fat and ugly

He said nothing about me
that said lots about him
he didn't get under my skin
I got his skin under my nails
I know because me called me
“dog”

He'd dug only his own eyes
graven image indeed
and went barking mad
up more wrong walls
scratching at bricks

I should have called him
fat and ugly
but stood and watched
his claws bleed
happy they were blunt
not like mine

Women sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;
The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.