So it blows and I'm torn
My thoughts are a snow storm
Numbed by the cold
And nursing a frostbitten nose

Im falling but I land on this soft powder.
The promise to calm my snowstorm of thoughts tempts me
The dust falling like cold kisses softly making me feel nothing.

Suddenly came so soon
I said I love you
And two years later
She's married to someone new
Two filled plastic boxes
Maybe four five or six later
And it's too late
No one stays through the *******
No one can really cares
Its an art piece ive created
And expected
Nothing more
Than to keep a memory

White lines
Melting on oily fingers
Nothing but residue left by the end of the night
Its like giving up the fight
The fight between what everyone thinks is right
And your feelings
But I cant fight if I dont feel
With white lines
Comes blurry vision and heavy breathing
I think it has finally hollowed me out.
Finally burrowed it's way into my soul
My sanity taken by white lines
Thoughts are just thoughts
Empty of feeling.

I saved them. Chewed up broken into pieces.
Used once then left behind.
Just crayons of bright colors blending into shade of a memory I keep with me.
The hearts I colored in with red
I've scratched them out until the colors became heavy and broke through the paper.
I've created this piece.
Destroyed this beautiful memory.
And Im left with holes and a dark shade of black.