You can't find a natural rose without thorns.
Because once you've kissed a rose the thorns will make you bleed.
It's up to you to find the ones worth bleeding for.

I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out.
Now, My house is haunted by wrong desire,
And on my skin is left the scent of betrayal.

For every one of your depicting lies the truth lay underneath it.
paint me a portrait of how happy we were supposed to be,
An oil paining perhaps of how our forsaken  lives were seen as mellow gold.

A painful affair,
Ghost lover extrordinare,
Our fate was never bound to live forever,
But, with you I would've together.

The stars were up above in your eyes,
Beneath the clouds of an October night,
I saw you on the side walk bleeding,
Sickened by the thought of leaving.

From that dream I awoke to find that you were no longer sleeping by my side,
But my dream had become a reality,
And you had really left me.

My house is haunted by the ghosts of you,
More than one, more than a few.
I sleep in a bed that's too full to move in,
But everyone else sees it as empty.
They don't know how you scarred me,
How your ghosts will always follow me.

Goodbye,
Goodnight,
I won't be sleeping tight.

My eyes sees togetherness,
Can't it happen to me too?
No, I'm not the one.

My eyes sees a string and a needle,
Look away!
No, I ******* need it.

My eyes needs stitching,
*That's better,
It will now stop bleeding.

When all I wanna do is see you,
It takes strength to cage that feeling,
When all I wanna do is kiss you,
But need to give you space for breathing,
When all I wanna do is touch you,
I cannot stop my heart from bleeding,
When all I wanna do is love you,
But still unsure of its true meaning.

I have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding
into blue green skies.
Or maybe cat puke melding with the emerald
carpet beneath my feet.
Some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and
pristine but elusive.
I have no idea what I'm going on about but I
know it is important.

You can’t put bandages
on my scars
and expect it to
heal the hurt
Where were you
when I was
bleeding?

Now you see me, now you don't
I want to run, but maybe I wont
Frozen in time, still always moving
Memories flawed, futures always proving
Agony unwavering, is always changing
Happiness unreachable, yet so nearing
Things unwanted, forever need
Wounds have healed, scars still bleed
Always right, standing in the wrong
Feelings left to die, forever live on

I find love to be a painful concept. Each time i love, i risk opening a wound dug out by the animal in me. And in love's sick game i've grown tired of the fight, tired of the constant tug of war between the past, the present and the ****** heartache. After awhile, it all just seems easier to give up on, then to move forward. And i guess this is the feeling of losing yourself.

Love is a bleeding mess, red paint splattered on a ****** canvas. My heart decays like petals off a rose, wanting to be whole again. To be enslaved, I seek an act of closure because it's an ongoing issue. I get emotionally attached to someone then begin to push them away for unexplainable reasons.

It's strange how creative
We become when our hearts
Have been broken;
Splintered and smashed open,
Blood spilling and slowly
Becoming ink.
Spreading across the page
And telling it's story.