i don't care how many times they tell me
that you're poison
i have never felt a more passionate love
than I felt with you
when your cold hands touch my skin
i warm you up,
you send shivers down my spine

you'll always be my heavy breathing
my short breaths
exhaling a comfort that lies somewhere in between

i am ink and blood
that run off the page
and my skin turns charcoal grey
without you here
i am left to salvage ink
stained red by my blood
so i can write you pretty words
that rap around your heart
and pull you back to me

this is for you and your broken heart
this is something to let you know that
you haven't done anything wrong
you're the strongest woman
i have ever seen
and it kills me knowing that
i've ruined the only thing you're living for
you've given me the world
you've given me life
you've given me all that i could want
and i gave nothing in return

this is for you
my best friend who can't sleep through the night
without wanting to sleep forever
you're a beautiful smile rolled up in a hurricane of tears
i'm sorry i'm breaking our promise
you're my best friend
and you've showed me that with a little love
life can last forever

this is for you
my best friend who wears bags under her eyes
and wants to follow in the footsteps
of a little green girl
who i'll be seeing soon
adding to your heart ache seems so evil
and it's ripping up my heart
this is for my best friend
who would die to save my life
and so i'd die to save hers

this is for you
my dear little brother
who kills my hope and doesn't care
except when i'm like this
then i suddenly become important
and i know you have your own demons
but you'd never know mine
so you run away from yours
every single time

and finally, this is for you
the boy i've fallen in love with
a boy who thinks he has nothing left
so he runs away until he can't run anymore
and looks for drugs around every corner
my beautiful boy friend
who gives me reasons to live
and sings me to sleep
so i can dream of a place where
he and i would wake up in the morning
and smile for the first time in years
a smile that doesn't hide cuts and tears
a smile that grows from ear to ear
at the thought that one day
we'll be free

there was something so innocent
about sitting together
watching a cynical documentation
of brutality and homicide
and i couldn't bring myself
to watch an innocent man
get bludgeoned by a ***** driver
for fear i might imagine you
lying in his place
and it kills me knowing
that there's a clock ticking inside your head
secretly wishing that this was the end
you'd call it psychotic
we'd call it realistic
or maybe we can't comprehend
that this isn't quite innocence at all

there's cold nights
where I forget how to breathe
and it seems so silly to forget
something so vital
but i'm just not quite sure
that i can handle the weight
of each passing breath
and my lungs are swollen
and softly crying
with each inhale
and they scream at my chest
causing a rise and fall

i shoot bullets from my heart
and through my veins
to **** this feeling
of not being quite sure
how to breathe anymore