You made me choose,
A choice that wasn’t fair,
One that is hard to bare,
But you didn’t care.

We were best friends,
Funny how things end.
How being thick as thieves,
Until one got caught.

You made me choose,
Made me question my faith,
In our friendship,
In my spiritual relationship.

For once I had cried,
confused on what to do,
Wanting to listen to them,
Only to tell of corruption.

When I gave you my answer,
You may have been stunned,
You may have been confused,
But I didn’t stay around.

When my faith is tested,
In what I believe is true,
I surround myself in love,
From one who is untested.

But I will not be bitter,
And I will wish you farewell.
But I know that those who love me,
Would not have me dwell.

Maybe I have been corrupted,
But only by one who loves me so.
Because I know when time ends,
He’ll be the one calling me home.

And I will choose him over you anyday.

talk to me, I'm torn
I could get lost in a voice like yours
tell if I'm wrong or right
tell me I could stay tonight

it's in the way that you fool everyone
when you're falling in love again
so tell me
how this ends

Cause no one knows you like I do
they don't see you like I do
baby,
they'll try to
oh if only they knew
they'll never come close to you.

and you brighten up the world
with your eyes
and you're so **** lo(v)(n)ely
when you're only my mind
cause you're the only one

cause no one knows you like
I do
they don't see you like
I do
baby,
they'll try to but if only they knew
they'll never come close to you.

no one will ever be as close to me as you.

I find it so hard to understand you
With all your great secrets and mystery,
but  how can one truly understand you,
As I am the Captain and you the sea.

You’re mesmerizing with the life you hold,
And there is nothing to compare to your beauty,
So I ignore all the tales I was told,
That it is dangerous to befriend the sea.

But so quickly do your winds turn and roar,
And as your deep, warm waters start to turn cold,
You start to fight me in another war,
But I did not listen to the tales we were told.

And tomorrow, will your waters be warm,
Warm as they are before the second storm.

I have been lying for so long.
I have masked the ugly parts of myself that make me who I am.
Because to write about these things,
would not be as beautiful to read.
I wouldn't be a poet, I'd be psychotic.
Truth is, I am not "poetry".
I am not "romance".
I am just dramatic as ****.
"He" was never mine.
I was a freshman, "he" was a senior.
I wasn't "in love", I was obsessed.
"He" didn't break me, I did.
And I just never got over it.

What is life without tragedy?
I heard once, that a man with no sadness has no dignity
I mean it's kinda sexist but you get the gist.

I could spill my entire heart,
cough it up onto the floor.
But don't tell me you don't wanna keep this up a little more?
like true artists we derive our beauty from our pain,
and if I can be your inspiration honey
then at least we didn't do this in vain.
I could say so much but I'll keep my lips shut tight,
I will say this though,
I distinctly think about one night.
It's not sad no, quite the opposite in fact
after everything fell apart, in drunk and loneliness
I went back.
That's all I'll say, I'm pushing buttons because
you're hovering over mine so slightly.
God, I need to learn to be like you
and sew the strings between my lips, tightly.
It's sort of nice like this, artistic impression
of I suppose our most honest thoughts, truthfully.
For you say so little when we do talk,
but boy do you ever write beautifully.

i tell her the truth
je suis en amour
her reaction is uncouth
she points me to the door
she says we are but youth
“of this i want no more,
get out and stay out
garçon en amour!”