I know you that way
and only the same
As the devil knows me

I know that you can see
This thing you call a smile
It isn't real
It is a picture perfect portrait
That you painted
For yourself
To remember
The good ol' days.

Do the nights still
Pass along like
The string of bad thoughts
That are strung out in
This poem
Out on one
Of the last pages
That you will never read

My brain fell out and
Stained the page that
I tried so hard to keep
Clean of the pain and sin
Of my bleeding and rough hands
But that is impossible
For my cracked hands
Have clawed my smashed brain
Clean of the good things
That were once upon the black screen.

I'm losing my youth
My sanity is loose
It's been years and years
Of girls, drugs and *****
Living fast, shoeless
***** feet take me
Up and down the beach
To the hill where there will be
Love all around.

Hello! A good start on our conversation
It's a brand new feeling
We meet new strangers
As we passed by
As time goes by
And as we traveled along the road
There's no way out for a stranger like you
And even how you ignore
That person will never stop
until you talk to him
until you enjoy the conversations you had
And until you fall in love
The spirit just come and go
but every moment
or every day that you look forward
There are people that you've encountered strangely but you will never know when will the soul match for each other.
You can say your friends are your soulmate or even your family
There's some of them
But only one person could change your life
And by the first time you talked
"Hello"
"hi"
The first word that does the magic by itself
And that's the word
HELLO.

Salinger once said, "I have scars from touching certain people."
You are the one who has left the deepest scars.
I hold my fists up to my face - to defend myself,
we both know it's useless.
You manage to cut without touching.
Your mouth is your weapon.
Your words could cut diamonds,
and they slice through me - I am the thinnest paper,
and you, the sharpest of scissors.
I don armor to shield myself from your attacks when you are angry.
I am your target,
say the wrong thing and I can expect to feel your fury.
I compared you to the hulk;
the way you get yourself into a rage, I could swear you change form.
After, when calmed, you return to your normal self.
Weeping while you apologize,
acknowledging that it's not okay,
punishing yourself for what has happened.
"It's okay" I always tell you
"No it's not" you always reply softly, sadly.

He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.