I never choose to sink, but I do.
Stay afloat to please you.
You keep my head under and think I can breathe.
Ignoring all that I ever plead.
The thought, you had as though you had a latch.
But your burning, you've never put out the match.
Twist me between your finger tips, marionette.
Between the blood and tears, there's sweat.
Working hard to keep up but my feet keep tripping.
It's the forbidden that I'm sipping.
Escaping the conform.
But that is not the norm.
Black sheep, they try to herd me.
I'm burned again if I do not follow.
The conform is hard to swallow.
So I drown, trying to grasp the calm under the waves. But I sink.

It's funny how you said that I was always depressed, how I was always mad and I was always in distress.  You said I was angry.  I told you I'm not usually like this, but instead of believing me you held it in your fist. I told you we could be happy, I told you we could be the best but you'd hold to your heart that I'm really just like the rest. But without you I'm okay, my eyes are open and I do not cry. I cry for the fact that everything was a lie. I'm not depressed, mad, in distress or angry. My heart is free, free of you, free of giving you everything. I gave you a whole, not a half but you gave me lies and you always attacked. I defended myself and it made you furious. Gave you lies back but that only made you curious. Curious of how much you can push me, curious of how much I can take. I held your whole world on my plate. I crashed and burned and you didn't even care. You just watched the flames, the flames burning in the air. Crisp fresh air polluted with you. You suffocated me and this is really true. I can breathe now, I can see now, I can even read now, between the lines. And you're between my heart, between my head, between my spine. I think of you all the time.... But why?

With her divine eyes, she glared heavily into the hollow room of a soul.
Dreams of perfection that the social surrounding sculpted have been lost.
Curiosity held the hands that once built.
The hands that once built, built hands of guilt.
Seeking attention and affection elsewhere led her to see.
See, "he never was apart of me".

Tan honey skin, I let you in. Deeper than I should. I thought I could. But a familiar embrace, retracted and retraced all the memories in my head. So I want to hold you close and dear. But lonesome I will be. Because if it's familiar, doesn't mean the same.

My eyes deepened into the cool Grays and blues of you.
My body laid in sync with yours.
My thoughts hard to make out into words.
Words are useless, they don't function anymore.
You spoke with confidence.
A love that was not meant for just me, but yourself as well.
Selfishness had been constricted to the death.
Kept me close but pushed a little further away.
Mutuality had been finally rested in our hands.
Twirling my heart around your mind.
You escaped the vicious walls. Those who consumed you.
A free love.
An everlasting love.
It is true. It is love. It is pure.
Free.