That simple fleeting touch of skin on skin,
Heaven itself

You don't need
Black jeans and band tees
To be ripped apart on the inside

I'm sorry sweetheart
But this is going to hurt

i see the world unlike no one else.
i look for the different.
the rainbow hair.
the tears in the eyes.
the scars burning the soul.

Love once sacred
Taken from my heart
And betrayed
Stabed several times in the back
And left to bleed

I've been writing up verses
And trying to converse with the devil in my head
Because even the simplest words don't look right when you're around

I may be all in black,
But promise inside is darker,
Haven't you ever heard?
Never judge a book by it's cover.

I  grew up childishly neglected my emotions
Because I got taught the stereotype of a man
Nothing more than a teenage boy crying into a pillow
Keeping the noise low
And his eyes dry before his mother comes  home

What if I'm no better than what you've already tasted
Another sample of rotten fruit
Skin fresh and ripe
With a sour taste on the inside