Seaside suicide, the most beautiful way to go.
To drift into the waves and let the motions of them soothe my aching soul and take my body with the weightlessness & taste of the sea salt.

Comfortably numb is no longer what I am.
Extraordinarily loved is what I am now.
It's a joyous and winding road that is constantly changing, and moving, and soothing.
All the while only unbearable when you forget to stop,
Smell their flowers and admire their weeds.

No longer do I wish to sell my soul to those who don't deserve a drop of my essence;
All for glitter and gilded happiness.
I choose to hold onto my soul and most of my sanity,
Or at least all that is left.

Love is temporary insanity, put simply.

Temporary insanity
Is the simplest explanation given,
And yet that sounds nowhere near to the meaning of simple.
But as I conclude from what I've seen is that this,
Is not only the simplest way to put it, but also the easiest way to explain it so that someone could take anything from it.

My poor little beast, he's not a beast at all.
Simply a product of his environmental chaos, and the most intriguing of  them all.
He tosses and turns all night, his demons won't let him sleep, but shhhh when the morning comes he'll surely find some to keep.
I watch him as he struggles, to keep his ones at bay.
But the nasty little *******, they just won't stay away.
I give my touch love and time, all because he is mine.
My poor big monster loves me to pieces, I know this because he tells me so when I really need it.

I love seeing people get entwined in hope with me.
As we notice two in the same,
And flip them upside down.
Two new pieces of good luck
From a situation that will otherwise leave you dead ******.

Good things don't always happen to good people
But as I've come to understand,
Sometimes these events turn good people into fascinatingly extraordinary beings.
For these people KNOW the evil of the world..
Yet, like a field of wild flowers that returns beautiful as always,
there remains a relentless effort to be the good in the world.

They continue to ignore hatred.
They continue to radiate love.
& They will always continue to restore hope, even when they have none to offer to themselves.

And THAT is the true beauty of a life.

We all suffer in some manner or another, sometimes beauty gets festered in the cracks.

When a piece of the mind becomes attached to that part of our body,
It is a terrifying thing.
To long in your heart for the ******* time of your life,
Is a terrifying lust.
To have to tell yourself,
You deserve more than that....

And yet not care because all you can feel is the absence of the Flames,
Not yet dancing on the tip of your tongue.

It is a terrifying thing.

Baby girl, you're running in circles.
Round & round & round you'll go, where he leaves you, everyone but you knows.
Can't you see?
Baby girl you're running, in circles.

Little do you know,
When you kiss my skin,
You steal a piece of my soul.

Little do you know,
That my body aches for your touch,
As my legs wriggle and they turn to mush.

Can you see?
What all it is that you do to me?

But little do you know,
I'm on the verge of a final flee.

I can't believe I became so attached, so quickly.
And yet I can't believe I didn't love you sooner.
Like a downward spiral, a hurricane with fire;
My happiness followed you.

I say "It's getting late, rain check?"
You tell me you're with a friend soon to be on your way home, you'll text me when you get there.
"Don't go to sleep", you tell me.
& I wonder if it's the friend you say it is..?
I wait awhile, & "Don't forget about me" is what I send.

"I'm not" is your reply.

And that was when I know I've hit deep despair.

Sew my essence into your veins
It'll be something you never regret I swear
To have and hold my love so near
Shall bring you nothing but a warmth that will never fade through your glassy eyes..
Because mine are clear.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
To have something real.
For someone to care about just me.
Sometimes I really ponder on why I'm never enough?
I give you my whole soul,
And in return am given nothing but my own taste of regret.