She stared me down a vacant lot,
holding just a vile,
of one thousand miles,
i traveled to lay where i was shot.

waves of tender hugs,
and secret love notes,
a love worth next to nothing,
a love that’s hard to cope.

she asked me why i had stayed the extra hour,
my head thought the truth
as my mouth decided to shower,
that girl with future demons
and tears she’d never have cried.

but why she follows
everything but her heart,
it’s a mysterious thing about her,
i swear i’ll never master,
like the strokes of a brush
product of every recent thought.

every night i sleep,
on a bed of a thousand lies.

i breathe in the oxygen,
that poisons all my thoughts.

what frightens me most,
is the simple fact that,
getting over me;

was so easy for you.

we’re so destined to live,
cause there’s always an end—

but no again.

From the very first drag,
of newly lit sorrow,
it seemed to heal,
all my wounds.

It burned like heart break,
and died like the moon,
when the sun wakes up,
and lights my whole room.

I miss the night—
A free of charge silent treatment,
I really didn’t mind.
Because I was alone very frequent.

Nineteen-some later,
my lungs wore a frown,
I did this to cope,
when i felt nothing but down.

Say what you want,
but no one tries to help,
I’m held to the fire,
chop liver until death.

Please let this smoke,
be your very last.

I would miss the old you,
if it weren’t for the constant broken love.

The kind of love,
pieced together like a puzzle.

I regret letting you in,
because kissing you was dangerous.

Your lips were a drug,
i couldn’t stop taking.

My heart was a toy,
you couldn’t stop breaking.

My hope was a life,
you couldn’t stop faking.

I can’t help but wonder,
why you helped save me,

but break me at the same time.

The skies were grey,
Like hidden secrets.
A blemish in nature,
An unborn fetus.
The gold sat near,
But sold to science.
It lay in water,
Product of only God’s finest.

Pungent mask,
shattered hearts live,
for what it’s worth,
I’d give a kiss.

When the sky started to sleep,

So did we.

Struggling to breathe,
our skin turned statue.

Maybe the days we have,
are taken too much for granite.

When depression is active,
we can’t help but see the world,
like death is attractive.
The gloom covers our eyes,
and tucks us in,
like dad once did.

We were kids, once.

Careless to our surroundings,
corruption we’d await to see,
the world could be ending,
but we’d still plan to meet.

It’s a shame my brain,
would haunt me,
for years I will never get back.

Why is emotion so strong?
Always question the love I lack.

We were the center of attention, once.

Born into love, smiles,
and the joy I wish I still saw.
As we grow older,
the clocks tick forward.

Most days begging,
to see the light again.
And to breathe the air,

I did as a kid, once.