Eye contact
From across the cafeteria table
Maybe you were saying something
But now we don't speak
We just sit quietly
And we might as well be alone
In this room together
Your blue green eyes
Locked on mine
Until we look away
I'll just bathe in your smile

The places where the demons hide
The voices that always lie.
The deepest corners of my mind
The darkest moments of my life

All stuffed
Into one
Little room

Lungs soaked in anguish,
Eyes bleeding in blue,
Lips chapped too foolish,
Heart’s hurting to continue.

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.

You are a thief,
Cause of mischief,
All the eyes you've stolen,
and the souls you've frozen,
are proofs that your talents are golden,
A chest within my chest,
Where my heart are kept safe,
To ensure my soul stay in place,
Yet to the cove of your mercy is where it had laved,
For the sake of repentance or sympathy,
You returned it to me,
Too used to muse on your fantasy,
To you,it longs to be,
Silently,the truth had I veiled,
Though now your songs are my holy grail.

They all asked of the spark that had gone,
From my heart that was once lit with vigorous flame,
Eyes that used to glimmer starlight has now turned to stone,
As though I'm a soul Medusa has tamed,
The fire put out by the dripping of blood from my bleeding heart,
The tears of my weep had made the firewood too damped for a fire to start,
It takes two rocks to start a fire,
You are who I need to make my days brighter,
But you left,
I can't help but to cry,
You said it yourself,
That it's okay to lie,
So I said "I'm fine",
I lied,but I'll just stay under these dark skies in clandestine.

I touched the Sun with my own hand,
She's cold to the core,
Her neck where my lips often visit,
Got ligature marks all over,
Her eyes that used to shine warm light,
Now dark and colder than Artic nights,
I spent no time admiring her magnificence,
And She had no stars to accompany Her,
How had I failed to see through these lenses?
That She shone dark blue throughout the year,
My life without Her presence,
A life full of fear,
Where I'm counting sheeps all night,
Reading storybooks and folklore,
And cry as I try to fight,
The fact that dawn will arrive no more,
I know my tears won't restore Her flame,
But I'll weep still for I am the one to blame.

I'd give you the best of both worlds,
If both worlds weren't already yours.