I never really liked
my name much
until I found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my mouth

The least you can do..
All I'm willing to ask.

The least you can do..
Won't trigger hurts past.

The least you can do..
Allows me my wall.

The least you can do..
Off need's cliff I won't fall.

The least you can do..
Won't harm if you turn away.

The least you can do..
Prepares for when you can't stay.

Anything he calls me it must be true, Opinions are like ******* but I must be too

Nothing is everything and everything is wrapped up tight, right and everything is counterbalanced with unintentional natural born spite

This fog filled phantoms box I'm stowed away in
Pandora's dopplegangster the wicked we, the hidden brethren

So locked to my box no keys to set me free, I listen to all of beautifully damaging words he believes me to be

Opinions are like ******* but I must be one too, anything he calls me must be true

If we were to come to our senses..
Relationsips would require no fences..

To keep others out, or needed ones in..
Nothing to lose and nothing to win..

Pocession of another would require no proof..
As its an impossibility to own a soul so aloof..

Would a body stay in ******* for reasons imposed?
Tis true many make deals such as this I suppose..

Yet, souls yield not for the demands of submission..
But for their Maker who frees all, this is my intuition.

**** it up and soak it in, coming to terms with fate and facing the reality that I won’t ever be asked to join in.

Never to be the object of desired affection that lies stagnant deep within.

A light beneath the endless sea, resonates a powerful memory of love lost and innocence set free.

That girl reminds me of somebody. She rolls off of my tongue like the sweetest candy but still she is just a mirrored me.