I speak my mind
two words too deep
too late to stop
the earthquake, the shake
of your voice
reverberating off of memories
i know to well
You speak the wine
that you drink
or fill
your sadness, or possibly
the madness
you've created
that you say has been fated
maybe I should have waited
until the morning
when your better
we pretend its all better
maybe you don't remember
how I tented up my bedspread
ear phones in, dead head
pillow stained eyes red
yet your cries  ring even louder
shout that things will change around
here, but your words are thin
and your mind so slim
to the real
to the love
to the things that just don't seem to be enough
for you

I found myself, wishing I could call you today
I found myself missimg your smile
O found myself forgiving your harshness, your ignorance, impatience, and selfish style
I found myself, sighing with heaviness
Glad that I left things that way I did,
Relieved I said what I needed to, so on these days,
My closure is a little more completely said.
I found myself, through adversities that you subjected me too,
I found myself, though alienation is all you taught.
Out of sight, out of mind,
A sorrowful excuse to have fought.

I        people easily.
  lose

Every day
I come to realize
That everything that seems
So much closer
Returns to the distance
Far off in the pale wind
The closer I get
The further I walk
The closer I get
The further it goes
Until it becomes a pin ***** in the horizon
I realize that the end does not stop
But for me
This is the end
For today

He’s got a noose around his neck

She’s a needle in her arm

In his veins equations flow instead of blood.

She has a bit inside her mouth,

Reins held firmly by her boyfriend

And this one’s nose is always tucked inside a book

Even as the bruises form.

-

Two broken parts don’t make a whole

Whoever says that’s just a fool

The whole’s the sum of the parts but the parts can’t fit together

And the people wander hopelessly, each with a personal brand of tragedy

-

The one with the noose used it at last and

Gave the noose to the one with the needle.

The needle went to the one biting the bit

Who couldn’t’ve broke the reins without its sweet poison tip in her vein.

The equations turned to blood with the help a girl who then broke and harnessed him;

The bit is his now.

And bruises have turned into broken bones

As his nose stays denying in the book.

To me
You are the epitome of wonderful
You bring the light into my hollow world
But you see
That I am swallowed
By the dark
Every day seems so much
Further away
I return to the depths
And every day
You pull me out
But every night
I return to the depths