Violet streaks, summer eyes
In the midnight blue
a vision of our demise
Decaf coffee
summer sun
fading away
& on the run

Tip toed to
reach his liquor
shelf
I was ultra low
he was ultra high,
violet blue
midnight sky

If I added up all my scars,
across my arms and over my hips,
I could stitch them up,
into untold stories and engrave them on my skin,
so everyone could see,
the vulnerability within.

If I spread my wounds across a canvas,
purple, blue, red, and other hues,
creeping on rippled fabric like stars in the night sky,
I’d create galaxies,
with craters, suns and moons,
constellations of healing wounds.

People see me,
And they see,
A losing battle,
Or so I think,

People see me,
And they see,
What once could've been a masterpiece,
Now shattering,
Or so I think,

People see me,
And they see,
A fool in wise man's clothing,
Or so I think,

I could be wrong.

I see with my eyes,
Critical eyes that cut through the lies that I tell myself daily,

I don't have 20/20 vision,
But my eyes slice through with precision,
All the walls I've built to hide behind,

I know my own mind,
Too well to begin to pass judgement,

Maybe you have different eyes,
That look at me and see clear skies,
And spring and new beginnings,

Or perhaps in me you see,
The vastness of a salty sea,
Or the violence of a hurricane,
In its spinning,

Yet in me,
There may only be,
A sort of everyday plainness,
And nothing particularly exciting,

I could be wrong.

I can only write what my eyes see.

Once upon a time, I loved you,
But there was no happy end,
We parted painfully, as strangers,
Who claimed to once be friends,
But we both knew better,
We know that hearts,
They break, not bend,
And as for you and me,
There could be no happy end.

Charcoal brings me wednesday
The taste and feeling of it
I am well-loved but bitter and dry
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me,
And I'll come alive.

I was born with a tangle in my line
So twist my nerves
And slash my eyes

What if life was different?
Then we'd be the celebrity center
Of the universe
For now we're just a botched trick
A messy job
A shattered eye to pass on by.

He fights all his battles
with the consciousness of a winner
To the past tough challenges,
He's proven himself tougher

He's aware of his inner strength
And he will persevere till any length
I wouldn't say he doesn't have any fear
But he won't allow the fear hold him back

Needless to say, he's not arrogant
He's not proud not to ask for helping hands
He's persistent and he has high tolerance
He knows his victory is sure in the end.