Pour me out.
Take me back to a day
of oblivious existence
Where our only issue
was being together
drinking it all in,
and never feeling
full.
Today,
I reached my tipping point.
And I might just finally topple over.
Shatter into a million pieces.
Scatter to the ends of the room
slip into secret cracks and crevices
you didn't even know existed
and will never find.
Clean the mess up halfway,
wipe up the water
sweep up the noticeable shards
assuring your guilty soul,
"That will suffice."
I hope you step
on the forgotten jagged pieces
you left behind.
And hear a crack
as your dry skin
meets glass once again,
but in a different way.
And when you look down
assessing your feet for damage
I hope blood seeps out.
Stains the floor red
forever tinted
with the same kind of pain
I get from knowing this
glass breaking,
earth shattering,
heart crushing
end to our story
is permanent.

The diamond in the rough.
The one who converts
yet never conforms
and is known
for being unknown
always on
the outside looking in
and enjoying the view.
The red in a sea of blue.

It's not too cold of a night for a walk
Even if this one was not by choice
I'm not sorry for being so drunk
I only ever wanted to hear your sweet voice

Even if the only words it told me were,
"*******!"
Sometimes it's the little things that mean so much

Your spirits weren't as bright as I remember
I suppose my own had something to do with that
I'm not sorry for losing your number
Just kind of sorry that you won't give it back

But I'm never sorry for the things that I do
I just wanted to see how things were working out
Sometimes I really do worry about you
You said that I'm the one I should be worried about

Your hair color has changed
Your pajamas said "Somebody Loves Me"
That might be true in more than one way
More ways than you seem to need

I tried my best not to look back
But I know you stood in the doorway as I walked off
Sometimes it's the little things that mean so much
Sometimes a walk in the cold is enough

Raw flesh drenched in alcohol
Burning numbing till paralyzed, keeps me still
                         Power you have over my being, keeps me fearing

             Your presence destroys me, shatters me
Feeling naked, inadequate when my eyes see
My reflection's negation in you
Cannot hide anything when you expose all of me

Wounded animal beaten without avail
Knowing, proprietor of my pain
               You don't understand my whimper, wail?
My blood being diluted by the sweat of your laborious efforts
Precociously tactful, inhumanly strangling my will

Ever-becoming antithesis to facades, fears, farces in me
Facing scalpels and clamps to my insecurities, my tactics, my pride
Leaving me open not caring if I'll die from exposure
                    Caring only that you're exposing the real me

I-nvoluntarily l-acerated, o-n the v-erge of e-nding u-ndone
Somberly Always Unsettling Leaving me bare

-One case of ******* in too much water and air at the same time
-2 dashes of cold loneliness on the bitterest winter eve where the candles freeze over
-5 tablespoons of the ripest peach on that July day in Georgia where the skies were golden and the juice just oozed and cracked out the fuzz
-1/2 cup of collapsing into soft sheets of a bed already nice and made, presented well as you sink into the goose feathered pillows
-A dozen moments of standing at the edge of highest tower on your tip toes, as your stomach drops from the fear of falling
-4 really good sessions of laughing where you feel as if you will never breathe again, for that is the best kind of laughter and the ripest.
-A pinch of the sweetest bird calls in the world where you cannot help to sing along, just for good measure.
-1 huge smile, the type where you cannot stop it, it is such a gorgeous smile in all its hugeness

Toss into a pan and stir until everything combines creating a deliciously bitter concoction and throw into the oven forever and never let cool.
And that is the perfect recipe for falling in love.

Battle thrones are waged and lost
The tables turn and then get tossed
Aside for five hundred years or more
A settlement of ancient score
That leads him on the road to ruin
Destiny that ends too soon
A failing grace of innocence
A flesh that falls of insistence
In time we dine on silver plates
And carve into the light that waits
Upon the hill of lovers gates
And time will tell what faith it shakes
That gets into your head at last
A fake revenge that goes around
And comes around to make no sound
That government that holds its grip
And power that never seems to slip
In truth it sits on hollow ground
All set to fall without a sound
Into the hole that the people dig
To keep them all from getting sick
That fills in tight with everything
You keep in mind and then you sing
Of grace that kills the song of kings
In time it might come here to die
The love that lives comes here to cry
The tears that get you oh so high