i hate it.... i hate absolutely everything everything about this, all i see is the dark red glow of pain.
you not even looking back as you walked away,
the air being ****** out of me as i fall to the ground,
my knee's bleeding open as i landed on the cold pavement,
the flashbacks of us holding hands,
kissing,
dreaming.
weren't we happy?
what did i do wrong?
why did you leave me?....
because know im here alone,
begging and begging and begging you to please come back....
begging the oxygen to return to my lungs.
begging for anything to feel something other than this.
-Faith Cubitt

The presence of my soul
stands before me
begging for mercy
to become
who?
someone worthy
in this journey
so-called life.

I see your eyes
They're begging me
To attend them

Not today
Go away

I'm not going
To beg for
Your attention anymore.

An ode to a beggar, who sits on his stoop.
One can't study to fight when you're begging for food.
The best ways to **** will go over your head.
Taking a nap you'd much rather instead.

While the brave and the foolish go marching to war.
The beggar just sits, thinks about it no more.

Hail to you ol beggar, with no blood on your hands.
In your ***** rags you don't hide weapon plans.
Hail to you ol beggar, blessed are you in your stride.
Hail to you ol beggar, on the enemie's side.

Perhaps one day later when the boys become men.  
When those who are left, travel home once again.
Damaged or whole, they will perch on the stoop.
And the old, weary beggar will command his new troop.

see, I loved you with everything I had
and I know you loved me the best you could without loving yourself
you were fighting demons of your own design
doing everything you could to calm the eternal flames rising from your core

I spent years begging them to possess me instead
years fighting for you to love me in a way you couldn't

in the end, I got what I had been begging for

now, I am trying to dampen the flames rising from my core
fighting demons of my own design