I paint a picture of my face
And hide it every day,
For darkness holds a subtle grace,
Where only the fallen lay.

My mind retreats beneath the veil
Of etiquette and blush
Too far away to sound their wail,
My thoughts fall dead and hushed.

I almost lost my grasp, today,
Amidst the daily act,
For to forget the mask would give away
Something too hidden to retract.

The eyes I wear were  crafted
By eager, destructive hands,
Determined to mold a plastic
To withstand my soul's demands.

You know me not, my sorry friend,
And hidden I shall stay,
For to open up would bring an end
To the most beautiful facade.

My audience calls out the plot,
As I readily obey,
As my feet drag blood across the stage,
They lament their accolades.

I'm hidden here, despite the light
That bears upon my face
Only to find solace in the night
Obscured by a perverted grace.

Never a fallen angel, far too loved and loving to be called a prodigal son,
but away from his mother, whose loving embrace was his solace
in his troubled days of adolescence, now far removed from his one time heaven,
he craved for something, a woman bestowed it on him lovingly without him demanding,
made him a man different from all others,  only she knew the recipes
that he would relish, after his mother, though both the tastes were different.

Every river remembers summer with anger
though, in all other times every  memory is flooded with water.

This time last year, everything was different

We were closer, we were stronger
Now all thats left is plain, simple, agonizing distance
This thing we had, I never knew it was temporary

You’ll be blowing twenty candles soon, blowing away all the memories of the year before, the year when you were 19, when there was a me and you.

It’s all fun and games until it’s not,
the one who falls the hardest,
the one who breaks first,
the one who says hi first,
They all have one thing in common, they always lose.
So we’ll patiently wait for the other to crack

Happy birthday old friend, or should I say new stranger
Heres to you and all your bad ways
Heres to the boy I once knew and loved, to the man I can’t even recognize anymore

Heres to the end, the start of a new beginning without you and I
Blow the candles away and all whats left of us shall be gone with it

It’s all fun and games, until someone gets hurt and things remain forever broken

I read something yesterday
Call it a confession
And all I could think was,
"I hope this isn't you."

I hope that love is true
And I hope that we can work

I hope we haven't gotten this far
For you to feel the way the confession felt
To say that you only said you loved me
Because I treated you decent
And that now, you're in too deep.

I hope this is all real.
And I like to think that I know it is

But day by day, I miss you more
and I grow more unsure
Because I can't be reminded by your touch
your kiss
your affection
or your words

I'm drowning in an hourglass
As time slowly crushes me

Baby,
I'm drunk of of emotion and
peculiar situations
John Mayer's additions may not be helping
but
There's something in me that craves you

Don't get me wrong,
I love physicality,
But that's not what I'm getting at
And I'd be satisfied if it were never
Part of the equation
(though I'd miss it terribly)
I miss you
Like the plants in the shade miss the sun
Like the dry dirt misses the rain

You give me a sense of wholeness
And I wouldn't be where I am right now without you

So whether we spend the rest of our lives
(and our nights) together
Or we go our separate ways
Know that I love you
I always will
And you will always have a piece of me
And I am, and forever will be, more than ok with that.