you remind me of a cigarette
slender
long
a haunting spirit

a distinct scent
ashy at times
somethings youre nothing ****
two tones

i crave you in the morning
i require you after lunch
i need you in the evening
i long for you all day

smooth
full flavored
powerful yet delicate
you could burn me
but i could break you in half

when im jonesing
its for you
and you alone
i refuse to share you
i pack you tightly

youre mine
and youre smoking

My demons came up to me and introduced themselves today
and told me:
Humans are fire
Knowing no bounds they can either warm you or burn you  
attracted like moths to a light post you find yourself addicted to sparks in the black
thats why you love them;
you're looking for yourself

Only a sad collection of scars and almost's,

I was a match  
&
You were an inferno

Trying your hardest to please everyone just to leave yourself with nothing but ashes and a couple dollar bills
You stood there and burned, gluing your lips to my ear so that every time I turned I could hear you ringing in my head to set you free
Fully leaving would have been too easy
I swear you could have been sitting in the back seat of my car having a conversation with the headlights of oncoming cars as I drove home in the darkness
Slamming my hands on the steering wheel to try to atone for my own mistakes

you burned yourself to forget
&
I burned myself to feel

when the rain came neither of us were ready
I seem to have washed away
but you
simply lit another match
(one that isn't me)

you always said I lived right beneath your collar bone
straight above your heart,
not in it but over it
I was only the supporting weight of one of your shoulders  
I think I forgot to tell you that you were both of mine
but I also feel you missing right at the center of myself
I let you take up too much space

Maybe you replaced me by now
you're whispering your secrets to some other girl
or boy
at any rate someone who isn't me
or maybe you just put in a slab of iron in
I wouldn't blame you
it would be much easier to deal with than I am

is it even socially acceptable to cry in the shower over someone who hasn't contacted you in three weeks?
Is that okay?
I think I'll do it anyway
The worst endings are the slow ones
that drag out for weeks or months or years
the ones that leave you wondering how one person can leave your life without a trace
I would do anything to breathe the dust of your skin again
you didn't even leave me that much

I miss you
the way that you feel deep within yourself
I told you that once
I don't remember what you said
but it wasn't what I wanted to hear

I love you
and not the kind you think
the kind that makes me smile at your voice
and the kind that makes me feel safe in your presence
the kind that makes me want to sit next to you in silence and listen to you breathe
I love you as a human
and don't get me wrong
kissing you was great
but I would take it all back
just to have you here
not with me
but next to me

It gets heavy all alone

So, how do you know?
How do you go about...?
How do you prevent a broken heart?
En las horas de soledad, sometimes you think you will never find someone like the one you just left...
and then, time goes on, because time heals those scars that are deep inside your soul.

Then, you swear it will never happen again,
and you build an armor
and have all this plan all this new tactics,
you will not fall again!
yet in seconds just with one smile
yes one stupid smile you fall all over again...
and you are vulnerable again
then you stand up asking why? How could this have happened to me again?...
now you have to wait again ...
but how do you know? how do you go about?

And  it is kind of funny that those memories were the best you had,
but it is kind of sad when you are torn down apart inside your heart.
How do you know? How do you go about?

Things get spoken, things get broken but
how do know? How do you go about from preventing a broken heart?
There is nothing better than a sweet smile and a warm kiss.
There is nothing better than looking in that person's eyes and the world stops turning...
but when all that magic is gone and you are back in reality .
How do you know? How do you go about?

How do you explain that to a young heart who has had their first kiss and first heartbreak?
How do say to an older heart who is is giving up who again lost someone he/she never really had?
Is it just the way it goes? falling and falling again until you find the one?

Tennyson once wrote "Tis better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all." but is it really true?
Could it be just an excuse to justify it to your broken heart?
I imagine it would apply when you have lost someone through death and you have love the one.

How am I supposed to live this life?
I have lost the inspiration that kept me alive
The stars and the moon mourn for me

I cherish the starry nights
Laying down under their silver lights
Now, I only have dark and gloomy nights

Let no one know of my suffering- I said
That night I drove looking for comfort
I gazed at the firmament
What has become of me? – I asked
The world is cold and bitter
I can only feel the warmth of my tears.