It began in just a normal year, only two decades too late,
And it ended before it got to start, it must've been fate
And I know, how you'd like to feel when you walk hastily down the street
Look both sides, up and down as you tremble in your feet
We both hated this world, with the heart we claimed to lack,
That's the only thing that didn't change, as we went to turn our back
We both got what we wanted, it just happened to be none
So why doubt myself, I've done what I've done.
I could never really feel what they’d like to call as pain,
Light and dark, oh ***** all that, I could only see chains.
So I write to you, you know not because I'm sad,
Or happy for that matter, unless I have gone mad.
I don't write either, because I miss the thought of you
Why I write to you, my dear, oh only if I knew
Still tell me how much time it takes for your, one day to pass?
In the clouds what shapes you see, as you lay alone in the grass?
How many times have you quit smoking, since we last spoke?
And how many meals are left in you, before you’ll get broke?
Did you finish the novel you wished to write since you were fifteen?
Or do you still space out, whenever you stare deep into your screen?
Do you still wake up late at night, yelling in your dreams?
Answering the wretched questions you heard in your father's screams.
Do you still need me to comfort you, and tell you, he was wrong,
And replace all his silence with my cheap makeshift songs.
As for me, if you care to ask, it is going exactly how you'd think.
I stopped evolving long ago, existing in just the missing link
Between a man, and what you may call, a tattered lost ghost.
3 A.M, closed window and the smell of burning toast.
As coherent as I try to be, I still remain who I am
A broken car on an empty road, stuck in a traffic jam.
Yes I still blame myself, for the faults of the outside world,
As I stare blankly at the night, with my hair in a slight twirl,
And I still have allergies of anything slightly from the past,
I don't look both ways when crossing the road, and I walk a bit too fast
So what else, did I not have to say? i said nothing with all these lines,
Like a dead star, from far away, which for you still somehow shines.
So let me say sorry at first, for everything you don't feel,
When we meet in our next life, I’ll be owing you a meal
Until then, I'll just be a shadow on your wall, 3 past midnight
When the only light in your room is from a broken streetlight.

We share a home knitted sweater
That says, “Love Makes Everything Better”
We canoodle on the couch
Made solely of leather
And we brush our teeth together,
Infinitely tethered..

Every moment
Of every day
I wish
I could’ve been
smarter
Richer,
Just more to be proud of,
But she promised
she’ll still love me forever.

And if her words break me,
I’ll marry the weather

If her tongue shakes me
I’ll kiss her goodbye

I think about the moment when we break apart
I’ve never cried harder

Her tearing my heart out,
Fleeing our safe ground,
Feeling weighed down.

If she leaves some of me would die
I have zero doubt

But a woman doesn’t make me,

She can only take my love

She can only tear me down

But it’s a risk I’m willing to take

Doesn’t matter if I’m only blinded by her voice
Doesn’t matter if I’m walking off the edge of my ship
Doesn’t matter if I fall into the deepest pits of hell

Cause a women doesn’t make me,
But she can still **** me inside

My beautiful siren
Won’t you be my bittersweet bride..

All that glitters is not gold
But beyond the waking world
Wonderland calls to me
I find myself entranced
by these glimmers of warmth in my mind.
Before the bitterness of reality took over
These memories of ghosts long past
are sweetened with vulnerability
I savor them again and again
Unable or perhaps unwilling
To separate myself from their thrall

It seems i can't forget these thoughts,
So i work myself untill i am taut,
Untill not a single pondering is bought.
But still i stop then i am caught.
Caught in the thoughts, that cause me such wrought.
It seems i will never forget your denim shorts,
Or your hair, or the way we talked
for in my mind these things are caught ,
And no matter how hard i've fought,
I just can't forget these thoughts.

Oh, restless ache that stirs my soul,
a whisper woven in the wind,
you call with voices soft and low,
yet echo deep, yet burn within.

You stretch beyond my mortal hold,
a silver thread, a trembling light,
a distant hand I cannot grasp,
yet reach for still in endless flight.

To yearn is but to walk the edge,
to chase the dawn, to beg the night,
to thirst for what the stars conceal,
to wander lost yet burn so bright.

You shimmer in the lover’s sigh,
in letters sent but left unread,
in lips that part with words unsaid,
in dreams that wake and turn to dust.

To yearn is but to know the ache
of time that bends but does not break,
of shadows cast by what could be,
of steps retraced through memory.

Oh, yearning, cruel and bittersweet,
you press your weight against my chest,
a longing not for what has been,
but for the dream I never met.

I hold you close, though you are pain,
for you are proof that I still live—
a heart unscarred by hollow days,
a soul that dares, that dares to give.