You're his now
Just like how they say "Exactly, it was your seat"

I thought that was my spot, I guess I was just keeping it warm for him

I saw her scars from the staircase, and her demons from the doorway
but I still couldn't see a reason not to welcome her in

The problem with emotions is that they aren't backed in gold
It doesn't matter how much you have, how great your GDP is or who's on the bank note. It doesn't matter. Without a gold standard your notes are just paper to others. You're one economic crash from having all of your worth becoming valueless to other countries. There is no exchange rate. it doesn't matter how many marks you have after that war. Everything you have, all that you're worth and all your desires, can't buy ****. They are now only good for burning and keeping you warm. Because emotions aren't backed in gold, their only guaranteed value is in yourself.

we may be broke, but richer than most

ceiling caving, walls cracking, and floor crumbling, but when our fingers hug and our palms kiss, its as if our souls take a sign of relief

we could be sleeping in the gutters, but baby we'd be home

you came to me broken
little do you know
you were the pieces i was looking for

You are the bright beautiful light that mezmerizes me
pure, pristine, and pearly white
Every part of me is drawn to you. craves you
As I approach I forget all thoughts, forget all       fears

do I not remember what happened last time I got close?
do I not remember the ZAP? the PAIN!?!
*why do I keep coming back to the light?

People are more than willing to talk about death behind its back,
but remain tight lipped when confronted
They are told the diagnosis but won't hear it

I stay silent
The signs are all there, but
Even though it hurts I still stare into the sun because the warmth is dear
I won't believe it. it can't be
I'm afraid of letting go
You don't get it, I'll die too
I'll keep ignoring the signs and find comfort in my own lies
I won't believe it
please, **no.

It's art for sure.
Pity, those onlookers who are near sighted,
Nothing but colors and patterns

I deny my eyes were made just right for the art,
But rather claim the opposite
Some look, but maybe I just know how to see

Because when I gaze, there she is

I hate that I hate you
and I do ******* hate you
I hate how hate fills the void you left in me
and I do hate how you left
I hate who you are
because its not who you are
I hate how I have so much to say
but nothing to say to you
I hate that I love you
and I do ******* love you

With enough pressure

it either breaks
or it creates

I choose to be a diamond

you be the diamond, Ill be the coal
Ill be broken, and burned
Ill be the one moving trains, and illuminating your home
You be the one that makes mega bucks, ill make mega watts
People want you for christmas, you'll be ****** to find me in your stocking?
Worth thousands, I say worthless. Im the one who is valuable. People think they like diamonds more. Go a day without me, see how dark it gets.

take my hand, rest your head and ill rest mine, never a dark sky because my star always shines, with you by my side I can't know worries, take my hand and lets make those fairy tails our memories

usually i can't remember how my dreams begin, but this one is different

I remember walking you home and kissing you goodnight

is because that its not a dream at all?

or had our beginning started long before either of us knew it

Love is a drug
But you're one addiction I would die for

you say you missed me
but you didn't miss,
you hit the other target you were aiming at

I tasted your love laced lips
and I felt the way you saw me
and fireworks and flutters were
in infinite supply and I saw the universe
and my whole world in your eye,
and then disappear with its blink.
the blink wasn't fast,
But like a slow fade
to sleep that
you try to
fight
until...
*black