I'm sorry for not always showing
The affection you deserve
I'm sorry for the cold and distant
Look I give you sometimes
I'm sorry for staying up too late
And crying when I shouldn't

A year ago I never expected to
Be where I am
I regretted not taking the chance I had
That rainy day in July
But now I have remorse for
Even thinking about it

Two broken hearts can't
Mend each other
But this seems to be working
Will it last?
I don't want to be the
Sad woman in the diner
Reminiscing in our old booth
While my hands shake as
I reach for sugar packets

I can't help but
Picture the future without it
Dripping with the past

I can't help but
Picture you touching her
Like you once did me

I can't help but
Picture you loving me
Without you leaving me

tracing the words 'already gone' into crumpled up sheets I couldn't find the sanity to wash your forevers out of
spitting up blood yet only tasting your name floating out of everyone's mouths like your name was anything less than holy
kissing every vein down your perfectly pieced body because god took lightning and ran down your skin leaving a road map to guide every blonde haired beauty to a one night hotel called your arms
running my finger tips down every part of your body you finally let the thunderstorms in your head touch long enough to leave a damage that left you on a search for a pain reliever that didn't scream her name

i wonder if you get tired
from running through my mind all day

"Hail unto thee, unlikely Champion!
If I may inquire; to which school do you belong?
Your technique is most impressive and dynamic;
I've never seen anything quite like it in all my years."

"Hail unto thee, Philosopher-King.
Indeed you may inquire!
I belong to no school:
I belong to each and every
however much any
would chose to have me,
and I, it."

"Wise beyond your years, I see.
I've got something to show you.
A book from a distant land. I think you'll dig it."

We turned and walked down the torch-lit vaulted hallway of the King's palace toward the Archives. The King hummed some resemblance of a melody as we descended a rather long spiral staircase.

A distant sound of glass shattering broke the monotony of the decent. We looked at each other and I could see his dark face grow pale.

"The marauders.. I knew this would happen sooner or later. Come, Champion. We must ensure the Queen's safety! Make haste!"

strike the match
watch the flame
ignite the fire
with propane
gather your friends
see it glow
bag the body
name? unknown
bones to ashes
blazing, roaring
sirens blaring
there was no warning
ruins, dirt, debris
the evidence, unhidden
you better run and hide
though the guilt will ridden
the cameras will shudder
the people will judge
the police will interrogate
but you mustn't answer, you mustn't budge
because in the end
you know what you've done
you struck the match
you murdered someone

When your mom comes in your room to wake you up
she finds it the sharp object you use to put little scratches on your body.
The ones you put in places to cover or say that your pet scratched you.
She finds that your siblings were right. That you harm yourself and she starts to cry she wonders what else she doesn’t know about you.
She’s hurt because she never understood how depressed you are. She sits on your floor in your room with you softly snoring while she cries wondering what would have happened if she hadn’t found out. What if one day she would’ve found you dead in your bed because she didn’t have a clue.
Now all she has to do is talk to you about it…
But what if that doesn’t work??
Will she lose her daughter??

You do not know me,
You do not know me.
All that I am, is not all that you see.
        
All that you see, is not all that is me
You do not know me,
You do not know me.