I don't know where you are
And frankly, I don't care
Because the air tastes so much sweeter
Without you here.

tears flow down, forming streams of agony
suppressed anger, turned to broken cries
light a cigarette, inhale the nicotine
blow the smoke, release the wrath

dying a little everyday, succumbing to the pain
time becomes shorter, life becomes duller
shrieks of disarray, no empathy is shown
lungs burned out, I recind

Keep your enemies close,
but your friends closer.
Because when the enemy attacks,
it’s your friends whom you will need.

This tea
Tastes like memories
All I want to feel
Is someone's eyelashes
Beating against my skin
The sense of skin on felt
On soft, slippery silk
On icy velvet
What if their mouth tastes like cinnamon
Will their tears
Be pearls of salt on my cheeks
And will they bite me

you’re as appealing as the moon
illuminating so brightly amongst the stars.
although you love to embrace
yourself beneath the night sky,
you’re always there no matter what.
darkness is your most loyal friend
even if you are the opposite.
with an aura so pure and gentle,
you offer protection and tranquility.
together, we are the time that goes forward,
but our love can make it stop.
it’s how we create our memories
and keep them stellar.
and of course
there’s always waves of emotions between us.
you have your craters
and so do i,
nobody’s perfect.
you’re the light that’s so far away
and closest to my heart.

As the sun rises and he awakes she wonders if he sees his light
The light that is so easy to pass by
but if you're lucky enough to see it'll make you think you can fly
his light that still  lingers within despite all of his trials and struggles
she wonders how it can be with all of the things in life he juggles
the light itself gives her such a sense of who he is
it's a hidden message beyond what he says
it twinkles when he helps someone in need
it appears when he's proud of something that he has achieved
it's there when he looks at her with love and admiration
it's unique to him alone and gives off the most joyful sensation
His light is her stars and moon when she's stuck in the night.

I'm a fool who's rage is written on a page
Flickering with fire, fueled by a painful desire
Unruly and unjust it burns without control
Till its content with its remains of dark ash and coal
Seeking no shelter, though it must be contained
She screams as she cries trapped in a cage
Walls adoring her, only growing stronger with age
Dreading the knocking that echos so loud
Fumbling with the keys, throwing them to the ground
Huddling into one's self, as the world grows c o l d
Yearning for somebody who can allow her to be whole
As she kicks and she screams, pushing them away
It's difficult to get past this tremendous facade
That holds so well, ingrained into her being
Disregarding the world and others well-being
How heartless and cold
How selfish and bold
Pitiful you are
with that narcissist mask, you hold
Dance me another dance
Within that ballroom of yours
Filled with the most beautiful flowers
And those demons that taunt at all hours
Its cold deep within, even with fires set aflame
As she continues burning within her own stone-cold cage.

Here we are again,
Square one.


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