Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again

My body and yours
you didnt crave it
the laughs we shared
you didnt save them
your kindest smile
ive forgotten
your softest touch
foreign to me
the first to kiss my ****** lips
the last that i will taste them
the moment, the place, the heart, my grace
in my brain i will save them

I think that I think
Far too much about things
From the way that you talk
To the way that you speak
I think you are a soul
With a body surrounding
A mind that is full
And a stare that is binding
I think that I think too much
About you
I think you are a guy
The way others are too
I think that I like you
Your nice disposition
And that is enough
No further inquisition
I think that I think too much
Of your eyes
Your face, your laugh
The space between your thighs
You are a person, as am I
You are imperfect, as am I
I think that I wrote this for me, not you
You may not see this
But I'm aware that I do
Need to know that I think too much about things
Like love and hope and delicate things
I think I'm okay, and i think you are too
Let's see this one out
If its one or us two

I turned to you
Rest your head on my shoulder
I listened often
Saw my eyes in your eyes
Felt the tension between us
Maybe its imagined
I want this to be real
But I know its imagined
Theres no room for me
And I know I cant make it
Its a hopeless affair
And my heart just cant take it

Ive seen you from afar
Ive seen your gentle smile
I pushed my tender thoughts aside
Ive just looked straight ahead
I feel this nervous feeling
Its hard to look your way
I cant ignore emotions
Though ive survived this way
There may be somethinh special
It may be in my mind
But what I know
For this is true
Is you dont waste my time

There are two types of people
The heart breakers, and the broken-hearted
I cannot be the heart breaker
It pains  my body, as fear pulses through my veins
knowing i will be broken again
You ripped the muscle from my chest
And left a scar that bleeds each time
you kiss her, touch her, think of her
don't kiss me, don't touch me, and don't think of me
It aches and aches
Why have i let you break me?
There are two types of people
heart breakers, and the heartbroken
how can you destroy me by loving her?
How can you break me and remain unshattered?
Why can i never be the breaker
Ripping the souls form others chests
Turning their advances into worthlessness
turning their love into loathing
turning their hearts to stone
like you did mine.