I keep all of my emotions
in one bottle
And I bury it deep in the ground
of my safe zone
The walls of this safe zone
stretch up to where people can’t reach
The gate is locked up tight
with the hardest code to crack
People have tried climbing over
and breaking down the doors,
trying to get me to open up
but I push them back
Back to the other side of the safe zone
where they are far from hurting me
and I am safe and sound.

My scars are hidden
by the dark fabric that clings
to my skin.
They come in many shapes
and different shades of pink and white.
They tell a story of pain and darkness,
anger and sorrow,
but mostly of fear and helplessness.
They hold all my secrets;
the secrets I’ll never tell.
They’ve watched me as I cried.
I cry because of them.
They remind me of the darker days.
When I’m smiling and finally feel happy,
they’re there to remind me that
no matter how hard I try to change,
my life is still ****** up.

I think about us;
what could've happened,
what never did happen,
what I wish happened.
But nothing ever happened.
Sometimes I regret it,
other times I don't.
Everyone would always say
there was something there.
And I would always deny it.
I'd never say what I really meant.
I'd never show what I really felt.
But if you looked really hard,
you'd see those micro-expressions
that said that I was desperately
in love with you;
that seeing you again made me feel...
indescribable.
Seeing you again made me remember
that I miss you.
Even when it looks like I've forgotten,
even when it looks like I don't care,
buried deep down underneath
my fake nonchalant smirk
I'm crying out for you.

I've always pictured Lust as a woman
A seductive and voluptuous goddess
with golden curls and a sensual smirk
Her eyes would be the reflection of diamonds
or stars in an eerie, romantic night sky
A perfection of human kind
An angel fallen from heaven
But oh would she be cruel
She might be beautiful and appear innocent
but she is a trickster, a wily temptress.
A consumer of hearts
A demon in disguise
She'd lure her helpless, naïve victims
with pleading eyes and hypnotizing sways
They'd follow, attracted to illusion of vulnerability
That's when she'd strike,
lunging for the **** in a snap
Another bleeding artless heart...
stolen, stomped on, kicked around,
cut up, spit on, and set on fire.
Another pathetic man blinded by Lust.
Poor *******.

Cold, empty air
Bitter, icy tears
In the sea of black and sorrow
I stand alone
The place where you used to stand
is empty and bare
There is nothing I can do
as I watch you sink into the ground
Buried away with all my broken dreams
of us, and what we would be