Break this pattern
Mind left scattered
In the wake
Of my mistakes
Restless souls with wicked dreams
In essence cold, elicit means
Paint a picture - a thousand words
Satan's whisper sounds absurd
Break the pattern
Like a mirror shattered
A new found fate
Still wrapped in plastic
My escape.
Elastic morals - relapse to hate
Drastic measures perhaps disgrace
Write the path but hear the pain
Fight the ash of desires flame
Again.
There is no rest without sleep
Yet, we sleep without rest
As I lay me down to think
What seems a blink, or maybe less
An alarm goes off inside my head
So I awoke just to question if I'd slept
Ask the clock if I'm awake
'No reply' I guess it's safe to say the answer is yes
And yes.

I know she hurt you.
She took all your love and then she left. And now, here I am, ready to pick up the pieces. Even when the pieces of myself are still untouched, still sting by the one who hurt me. I know about the nights you cry yourself to sleep, tell me it’ll pass soon. I know how it hurts. Because I’ve been there. I’ve hurt like you have. I want to hold you in the most innocent, yet intimate way. And let my endless love seep through me and into you, to dry your tears, steal your sadness. I want you to smile at me the way you smiled at her. I want you to feel my love. I want you to know of my love. But how can I say what it is that I feel, when you are the thunder before the storm and I am the puddle after? When I am not worthy of your sunshine? How then, can you love the girl, who cannot truly trust her own love?