Old scars
pulled apart by new onslaughts.

Pathetic are the mid-night thoughts
about your future love
your past heartbreaks
your poorly thought out hook-ups

Sad are the mid-night thoughts
about the loss of those important
what you could have achieved but never did
and maybe never will

Depressing are the mid-night thoughts
about what a burden you are to everyone
how you'd never hurt again if you weren't alive
that everything you do will never amount to anything

But, it's time for me to move past those emotions
on to something better
an emotion I've never truly felt
that only I can control
and that's the happy mid-night thoughts
about tomorrow and what I might achieve
who I could make smile
what pretty faces I may see

And I'm scared to write
putting pen to page
in case the floor gives out
as well as my brain.

as if you could shrink,
one so violent and so vibrant,
You exploded in my hand,
as soon as I held you.
You swept through my dreams,
before I even knew you.

You masquerade like you're shrinking
falling backwards
in the half formed light
yet I see your eyes
through the blackness
blinking fiercely
watching all the people go by,
a flicker crosses your tongue
a spark of recognition
thrown from the flames in your head
licking at your eye *****;
rolling backwards.

As if you could shrink,
one so violent and so vibrant,
You exploded in my hand,
as soon as I held you.
You swept through my dreams,
before I even knew you.