My luck is basically telling a deaf person to speak for themselves and not know it.

Pondering the idea of pain
My mind wanders into the territory that is you
A sign colored red screaming stop is facing me
I would like to know if it hurts-
if it hurts the way getting thrown into the ocean waves unprepared,
the way liquor burns down your cut throat from screaming hate filled words into the stretch of air between you and I

I just want to know if it even hurts a little,
like the way a bee may sting,
or sitting on a metal chair thats basked in sunshine
Because for me its like watching my life walk in front of me,
And leave me behind

You stole my heart and listed it as sold
You pointed to it and said 'this I will hold'
You said ' I will warm it up when cold'
You said ' I will watch it grow old'
You will grow old with it, I was told
I smiled a smile that was uncontrolled
But like a poker hand, you threw it away and said 'I fold'

I polished and scrubbed my H E A R T
You touched it with your talons
And I watched it crumble A P A R T
I should have been more protective.

I always wonder whether there exists
Condoms for your beating heart
Because I can feel the pummel of clenched fists
******* it up till its black and blue

I don't trust many people today
I don't trust their intentions and words
I see no foreshadowing, life is no play
So I rely on preventive measures.

It has become so lonely protecting myself
I want someone to knock my walls down
Like the way books fall from a shelf
I want to see it demolished brick by brick.

I poured tears into my pillowcase again last night,
I really hope this feeling of losing love goes away.
I haven’t been talking for a while, nothing to say,
because when i do speak, my voice becomes tight
trying to choke away the tears and I’m scared i might,
Break down in front of my family in the light of day.
I tried telling my heart, no your love will not decay...
But I’m gambling in the hopes of a dimming light.

I hate that my name is associated with yours;
They think of you, they think of me.

You could burn me alive, kick me in the sides, scream at me till I cry,
and I'd still be completely and utterly infatuated with your entire being.