I've found a spot in my pantry.
When I sit with my back
against the freezer,
the warmth of the AC
makes it feel like someone hugging me.

We ****** ourselves upon labels,
like an acrotophiliac forcing his legs in a beartrap
that just won't close.
As if this world could ever be as generous
as tales and fables.
For every time we let ourselves feel,
we are allowing ourselves to be peeled apart
by those that think themselves better.
For every heart bleeding,
paper cut on a love letter,
we can find enough pain to store away for later.
Pain to share.

Every time I walk out in the world,
I feel pins set on every inch of my skin.
Every time I let someone in,
I'm rarely exposing myself to anything other
than a bull in a china shop.
But still, every time I drop to the ground,
I can make myself believe I've found
a reason to get back up.
Even now, I've got pain.
Pain to share.

In a world built on lies, oil
and the sweat brought from toil
of people overseas,
we can still somehow see an enemy
in who once we called a friend.
Till' the bitter end,
we cry tears like rain,
condensation on the window frame,
but it won't be over any time soon.
We shoot for the moon,
with the hope of landing among stars,
but we find ourselves frozen husks
within an hour of our departure.
Because, I fear,
there was always a reason we had an atmosphere.
But it's not perfect
and these 'exceptions' are starting to fall near to me.
But whether I die right here,
or there,
or anywhere,
I do and always will have pain.
Pain to Share.

I've been spending a lot of time awake lately
and while I've been spending this time
watching the clock...
It really makes me realize
that he is not in any kind of hurry.

It's all a little bit blurry.
Something about a girl and
an idea.
An idea wrapped in symbolism,
Cloaked in metaphors,
all chains and locked doors.

I've been spending hours draped over furniture
like a coat being thrown away after a long day.
I can empathize with the way
a dog barks up a storm when his master comes home
Because I missed you.
Maybe not in the way that allows me to feel happy when you're back
but you're as much a part of me
as diabetes is to heart attacks.

I wish you would go and just stay gone.
Get hung up somewhere and just never return.
But it took me only this long to learn
that youre never going away.
I issue restraining orders every single day
but you'll still be tapping in my window by morning.

And I'll open the window
And take you in my arms and kiss you.
I'll say "Welcome back, Depression.
I sure did miss you."

I can see you here. I can see your chest rise and fall when you breath,
but you comprise of all the things that I associate with heaven.
You keep me up at night well past eleven
thinking that in a perfect world you might see me the way I see you.
I've chased your idea through fields and mountain passes,
pursued your thought down Lonely Street and Solitary Avenue.
I have realized that in this world, sometimes
the only reason people run away, is because they want someone to follow.
But I hope that if you ever felt like running,
that your final destination would be my open arms
because they've been outstretched so long that
people are starting to use them to hang clothes on.

I walk about this world with my heart on my sleeve and because of that
I've sometimes accidentally left in in the washing machine.
That's not to say that I don't sometimes feel like the crooked house
resting itself on the newer one.
Sometimes we all just need to lean-to.
You must understand that when I say 'love',
I mean you.

If we are all done crying now,
if we can borrow the courage to keep our sorrow
waiting just until tomorrow,
than we can survive this day alone.
If we can atone for every sin that we didn't commit
than we can permit the past to finally pass
and let the grass we stand on grow up from between our toes
because we know where we stand now.
And forget the who, what, why and how
because we are where we are
and where we are is the place we need to be.
So if you see another idea, don't give up yet.
You'd better ride and chase that b** into the sunset!

Your eyes say everything that you're too embarrassed to say.
They tell me that today is nothing but a fleeting moment
and that every second spent thinking but not acting
will tally up to a waste of time until we have nothing left.
That every tick-tock of the clock
makes up the lock that shackles all the things we could be
we could be in love, you and me.

And this isn't the first time I've felt myself falling
without my consent, but you've made a dent
in my heart where you hit me.
I won't flee from the truth,
I've had other lovers in the past.
But right now my heart is beating so fast
and it crosses itself when it swears that this
feels like first love.
That each breath I breathe is taken by your beauty
and every time you kiss me it leaves stars behind my eyelids.

Your gaze roots me to the spot
when you look at me the way you do.
You say everything without making a sound
and I fall right through what I had believed to be the ground
but was just keeping me from falling for you.
And I gotta say it one more time,
I'm falling for you.
I hope I never hit the ground.
Never have to hear missed opportunities
resound through the air,
I don't give a care if it'll hurt me in the end.
The end is far ahead and we're right here,
don't doubt me, love me instead.
Come here, I'll hold you in my arms and
make you believe I'm never letting you go.
So even though I will eventually, it won't be because I wanted to.

If I ever have wanted to go slowly in my life,
it would be now because I want time to stand still for us.
I don't normally go slow and I know that we shouldn't now
because we both know we don't have forever.
I don't want a wake-up call because
I don't want to be awakened from the freefall
that is this bliss - I've been waiting for this
ever since I landed last and
I'm letting the past be past me,
so I can enjoy that I've found the needle in the haystack at last.
Turns out it's always in the last place you look.

Maybe they've been there all along.
Maybe you'll be wrong about who it is
the first couple of times but when you are right,
you know it and let me tell you, I was right when I saw you.
I never made the decision to fall in love with you,
assuming thats what this is,
but you never should make the decision.
Love should fall upon you like a hail of arrows.
Because when push comes to shove I realize that it was
never my choice to begin with.

When I look at you
and I do that a lot ,
I'm always trying to paint your picture in my mind.
I can do this pretty well normally, but for you,
I don't stop at just one.
I paint your picture a hundred times because
I never want to forget you.
I want to be the glue that holds you together
when **** gets tough,
I want to be the wind in your sails
when the seas get rough
and I want to be there to act,
when words aren't enough.

So here we are, falling together.
Who knows when we'll hit the ground
but until then let's just let gravity do it's work and..
see how this goes.

I've been alive for twenty years
but now that doesn't seem so long,
for now it's clear the end is near
in death I must be strong.

No, it doesn't seem so long ago
that we walked hand-in-hand in the snow
yet with steel in my hands I left to fight in foreign lands
the lands where my blood now flows

I fought with valor, like a true warrior
with blood and iron to give.
When I looked up at the sky, I was too scared to die
but right now, I'm too frightened to live

I promised you I would return
assured you that you were my own.
Now I lay in the mud and I'm covered in blood
and I know now that you'll be alone.

I had everything I'd ever need
but I lacked the wisdom to see,
here comes the breath that shall herald my death
this "glory" is now worthless to me.

I'm sorry for this, my love.
I wish I could go back to before.
May no more young men meet early ends
at the hands of the siren named War.