To truly love another
You first must love yourself...
Just don't do it in public !!!!

four of hearts and he whispers
"the best is yet to come"
Well, snap out of it.
think of sunshiney days on the Oval,
think of nights spent in your bed
think of blue skies
and smoke by the bridge

kissing on the couch,
heartbreak and PBR

I wish you here
to wipe the dust off my mouth

The new I miss you
doesn’t feel swell
I need your taste
so these bitter lips
stop feeding this limp world
It never was you
My muse.
it died long ago

I remember the letters
falling out of my fingertips
the touch of your hands
don’t feed my words
anymore
and its too late
To send a kiss
Redemption isn't allowed
once you turned away
on the person you were

Another night alone,
another empty bottle and
another ****** poem.
Another pack of cigarettes,
another finished bowl.
Another way to deal with it,
another line of blow.

And your intellect is wasted.
Let me tell you, your words will lose their depth.
Because she hears them and smiles,
but they are hollow to her.
They are just an extension of you.
Just another second, third, hundredth chance at half-assed affection that won't last the week.

I wonder what will become of your words.
Of your presence that fills all spaces in conversation.
I wonder what will happen to your heart.
That is more authentic than most and so contrasts her own.
Your mind that follows no one else.
And eyes which love your mother
and long patiently for the sea.
Your head that is tighter than your hold on me.

If she manages to ensnare you
with her black lips and hungry heart,
then I will forever wonder
If she is pulling these things apart.

Another night
crying, not being able to breath
afraid of losing you
seeing you walking away
without a goodbye

How many more nights like this do i have to face?

Another night
thinking about why you're still with me
just trying to be good enough
wondering if you'll stay
when you have seen me at my worst

Are those nights ever going to end?

Another night
hoping we'll make it
till the end
without killing ourselfs
by trying to save each other

Do you really think those nights are the worst?

Another night
imagining you besides me
falling asleep in your arms
maybe even kiss you goodnight
hoping you love me like i love you

Tell me when these nights will end and everything will be real.

You make my heart swell
Essentially it seems wonderful.
You make my heart expand.
My heart is full of love.
But think about it.
You make my heart swell.
The size disguise the pain.
When you hurt it
it swells.
So it's not all
that well.

On the edges of the sharpest knives
   In the middle of the darkest nights
   Always knew that I'd find you here

For the longest time
I blamed me.
Forever and a day
I hated me.
Every morning and at night
I didn't want to be
Me.

I wanted to be another
To be the other you wanted.
To still be your smile.
To still have your heart.
To be that one
But I'm just me.

You broke me.
You tortured me.
You hurt me.
You made everything about me.
But it wasn't me,
You did this.

You gave up, not me.
You stopped trying, not me.
You forgot loving, not me.
You changed,
Not me.

But you left me.

That's where I broke and fell apart,
That's when everything didn't make sense,
When it all seemed like a horrible nightmare,
Where everything good was gone,
And all I loved was lost.

But really, I was still me.

Some nights I still have those nightmares.
But they're not as dark, and not as painful.
Some nights I still dream of you.
Of the life and the love we had.
But it's not the same now. Now I know
That you broke us.
That you destroyed us.
That you, and only you, gave up on
Us. Not me.

And that's how I got better. That's how I found
Me.

Where I'm from, everything is in purple
It is so beautiful but everyone wants out
Because where I'm from all is purple, all is one

In here, we can see the whole colour spectrum
Be it orange, be it green, perhaps red, or maybe black
In the end though only purple is on our mind
They don't have that purple here
here, it's nowhere to be found

Back in this room
Standing foot steps apart
But paces start to feel like miles.

My lips drip with poisoned words
But you tear at my skin secured
By the cure of her tongue

I remember you’d  sing lullibies,
But now the words have decayed
Silence lingers like her perfume

Alone in this bed together
The last first words that night,
I chose to go when i could of just arrived.