If you want to love me,
don't just give me your words,
keep your empty promises,
I've had enough of those.

Trace your fingers along my skin
until you can tell my stories,
memorize the hidden scars
and know the depths of my heart.

Cut your fingertips on the cracked
mirrors inside my chest cavity
as they reflect my insecurities
and all my trembling mysteries.

Warm up beside the fires within me,
feed me timber when I begin to fade,
shield me on the dreadful rainy days,
fan my small sparks into flames.

Don't you dare tell me you love me
if you haven't yet wept for me,
felt the sting of my broken pieces,
or burned when I came alive.

*~Matthew Walker~

You always make me forget that taste of regret
That falls on my tongue as soon as we're done
You leave my embrace and I remember the taste
Of regret

It's as if
Time didn't want us to be together
Almost as much
As I did.

Deep roots neither here nor there
Over-watered and scared
i Feel ill prepared
tended not to  care
peaches or pears.

Never finding my place and bound to wash away
Wandering until I find a place
unknown
A place I can call home
A place where there will be no one I used to know
So I can grow old and alone
Burn my body to ashes and smoke
There ill find hope