When you're here with me, there's really no other place I'd dream to be.
Wrap yourself up in me.
Peel back your mind.
Lower your walls for just a short period of time. Tell me all your secrets, hopes, and dreams.

Tell me all the good things about you and all the bad things too.
Your disappointments and your fears.

Then as your shoulders soften and lower, and you feel that heavy weight you usually carry fade...
Hug me a little tighter, and let me love every inch of you, filling all the holes of your insecurities and all the things you think you lack.

Guilt flows inside my veins,
beating blood to the chase
The same blood that my aching heart,
attempts to pump into purity

I don’t know its exact color
but it seems to chameleon its way into every situation
coloring every emotion a shade darker

I scrunch my eyebrows in pain
Letting each line of my shapely frown
Convince the world that I have been punished enough

But this guilt is hungry for more
It craves justification
and in its absence.
it invites obsession for dinner

They sit together and  feast on my insecurity
Which declares that I’m a bad person
The knife of self-awareness stands in defense
but ends up cutting itself out of the plate

Drooling over my meaty anxiety
sit guilt and obsession in union
seasoning it with my lonely tears
Making it a perfect dish of well-done misery

I want to send them home starving
But habit has been taught how to be hospitable
but it’s my growth that ends up cleaning their ***** dishes

Their stay costs a small amount
And so they decide to extend
But I stand holding my thoughts on a silver tray
Hoping they forget to tip, and go away

When will I be able to see things for the way they are?
I don’t want to drive through a fog of irrational beliefs
But that **** guilt blocks all other roads
which seem to lead to change

Truth is a flawed concept they say,
as everyone has their own version
But I need some honesty from you,
You, my present
because you fail to talk to me, cry with me, dance with me
You, my present, stand me up, every time
and I end up in the arms of my past

It holds me tighter than you have ever even tried
and it buys me drinks, drinks of regret
I try and sip them slowly,
But waiting on you, I get drunk

I’ve left you so many messages, and maybe your address has changed

but you, my present
Answer me please, don’t you want some happy?

No better days occur
Than when I’m alone
Especially with her
Silencing my phone

Ignoring the white noise
Whenever we meet to play
We use our hearts as toys
Speaking of true love each day  

But true love is a myth
This much is true
Unless you feel a kiss
Far after it’s through

My dear friend, find shelter
That is far from love
For she is a hunter
And you are a dove