Feelings aren't just like concrete blocks
You can break me
Manipulate me
Make it seem like it's all my fault
Punch my emotions
Like I'm a punching bag
But as soon as I'm done
Over this torture
I'm done
And you'll never hear from me again
If you want me to stay
Don't **** with my feelings
Don't punch my emotions
And please do not break me
For you see
I've already been broken
And it took me years to piece
Myself back together again
I had to find someone to help me
To be my bandaid
My rock
Without them I'd still be broken
And slowly drifting away
From everything I know
Slowly disintegrating
Into nothing
You see
I'm not like a concrete block
I can be broken
Like delicate china

the sunlight slaps you
so you retreat
and you cover up
the blood gets caught in
your white security blanket

and everything is okay

until you step back outside
the light draws attention to
the withered pale skin
and the watery pale wound
it doesn't stop stinging all day

Let your lips
graze my skin,
leaving no
exposed patch
untouched.
Pepper my
broken pieces
with your perfect
bandaids and
mend the scars
I swear would
never leave.
I am utterly
convinced
you are the
antidote I
thought
I'd never
find.
-JRM

My band-aid falls off
In heavy rain

Alone,
My soul is drenched
Wringed out in sun's embrace

As storms gather
I place a new band-aid

If it doesn't fall
In the tumult
I'll rip it off
And toss it away~

Maybe the wind is telling stories.
I don't know the language, yet
I know what to find.

A treasure that needs to be uncovered
Or a lost city in the clouds.
Somewhere the strife of life will not reach me.
Or maybe a handwritten story,
Telling of how the world turned cold and ignorant,
Singed at the edges by fire before the wind took it away.

Everything changes when love turns evil, doesn't it?
The eyes change and a perverted hate takes their place.
Ink may be a cure, but lies are a bandaid.

Pain comes if its uncovered, so why fix it?
Just run from it, if you cut it's head off, two will grow back, anyway.