It's the happy memories
That bring a meloncholly heart.
The ones with the smiles and the laughs
Of kissing in a snowstorm
Or dancing in the rain.

The sad ones hurt
But not the same way.
Because the joy that once was
Will never happen again
With you.

can i be close to you?
can i be the last thought on your mind?
can i be the last deep sigh you made
when you finally shut your eyes?

can i be the memory from a familiar smell?
or the perfect song from the radio
that you can't seem to get out your head
because it sings along as you go

can i be the warmth under your covers?
or the tingling chill down your spine
when you see something beautiful
or when i whisper that you're only mine

can i be that hidden smile you make
when you think no one is around?
can i be the destination you take
when you're driving through town?

because i want to be everything to you.
even the simplest and daily things you do.
because then i'll know that you're thinking of me,
just as much as i'm thinking of you.

I am the thorn in my own side; digging deep in between my ribs threatening my lungs.

The farther it travels beneath my dermis, the more I'm finding no one to blame.

I point fingers blindly in a vain effort to relinquish my own guilt, but as I open my eyes I'm in an empty room.

Now it's to the point that I need the Samaritan to pull this thorn, but I can't let them see what I've done to myself.

I continue to push the thorn in beneath my flesh, if it's to be removed it must be cut out of me.

When I can bring myself to part with the thorn, I know I will have left a scar on myself larger than what any person has done.

It's late, calm & silent
I feel at peace while I feel so broken
I am strong I have always known
But you took that away, you left me burned

Picking up pieces that haven't been found
Running in circles becoming more distant
I am lost but I will stand tall
I will be fine, I will be fine

There's this girl I know
She thirsts for knowledge and endless seas.
She hides beneath the shade
Never really revealing who she is.

She cares more about other people's happiness
Than she ever will about her own.
When she loves, god, when she loves..
She will shower you in a sea of warmth.

As much as she will love you, she will have a cold side too.
She has the tundra in her,
She has the sun in her,
But she also has this world stopping hurricane.

She will feel every emotion, but magnified.
She will love with every fiber she has.
When she hurts it will tear her apart.
So if you ever get a chance to love her, you have to really love her.

She has the power to move mountains,
But she also has the power to put everything in ruins.
It is in ruins now,
She is out of reach.

Erin is me.

A heart,
Wobbling,
As it takes its first steps.
Can I reach you?

A splintered,
Worn,
Brown door shuts in my face.
A letter written with everything my emotions posses,
Sent back into a cold mail slot.

A light,
A way to you,
Creeps into my wildest illusions.
Shards,
Of glass or ****,
Do they ******* you?

Love,
Do you even know what that is anymore?
Can I even call you a man?

Did you watch,
As they blue in your eyes turned to grey?
Did you feel yourself fading?

I am willing,
To again drown in your eyes.
Are you still there?
Are you anyone anymore?
Can I reach you?