Miss Mission Impossible,
aren't you tired of this?
Miss Mission Impossible,
you take on the threats with a kiss.

You ****** pain to be on you side;
You graze on the blade until you bleed.
Your sweat, and blood, and tears...
Now dry
Miss Mission Impossible...
You tried.

Our love can not exist.
      Echo's final plight.
           Ero's arrow askew.

Come find me beyond the
clouds.
I'll wait among the whispering
veils,
      among the weeping
willows.
i wait for you at the breaking of
dawn.

Facing your fear
makes you go all cold inside.
Intestines shrinking and suddenly
the floor looks pretty.

Facing an impossible act
makes you get butterflies.
The mouth blubbers meaningless phrases
Tries to gather courage and bravery.

You're a canvas smothered in fragmented glass
Mirror of beauty,
Aesthetics of God.
You're a plastic portal to the Ideal form,
Propped up on a cliff,
It leads to a brick wall.

Try to delve into yourself
Obsessed with the shining garbage on the outside
But it doesn't exist
It's just a painting.

You slice your hands as you attempt to claw your way inside
Blood dripping and staining and real,
It doesn't exist
You're just a painting

Painted by you,
Painted by them,
Painted by us.

You’ve been my inspiration for
half a decade.I tried finding a reason
to keep holding on but they
all led to him.

My friends say he looks like you,
physically you know, but if they truly
saw him they would know, he is the one.
He has stolen my inspiration, stolen my
every thought, my every heartbeat.

I am thankful for those five years
of inspiration but they brought
along with them a chisel slowly
chipping away a piece of
this fragile heart.

Perhaps you will always remain
like ash beneath the dirt waiting
to be consumed like dry wood.
A memory of my innocence and
first love you will always be. The
baby face I loved stealing
glimpses of. Wishing every time
I had a piece of your heart.

You may never have been mine,
but my heart
surely thought the opposite.

This is the last time i believe
you will serve as my inspiration,
but if some day far away from
the future you dare inspire me
once again, I’ll stop for a bit of
ink and write to you

Wish me luck, because I know,
I have this unimaginable feeling
i’m falling for him and he is willing
to not let me hit the ground
like you did time after time.

Goodbye, Old Inspiration
Hello, Love.

Sometimes my dreams blur together,
and I wonder if I ever really had them in the first place.
I wonder if I'm as crazy as they say I am.
If there really is such a thing as striving for to much,
as impossible dreams.
Then I wipe away the self pity and remember
that no one can deem my dreams as impossible but me.
Frankly I don't even believe in the word.
As crazy as my dreams are, I will prove them wrong.

The days are going faster lately,
I'm keeping myself busy with work, and chores,
and reading, and noise.
I listen only to the electro music you hate and stay away from the songs you used to sing.
I find myself not thinking about you every minute,
and I also find myself unable to rest, unable to stop, because I'm scared of drifting towards you..
The days are becoming easier,
but the nights are still the worst.
When the lights and sounds are off and I get to feel the empty side of my twin bed, that's when I wish I could erase the past month without you, thats when I wish I could time travel to the day I met you, to our first kiss, to our first date, to the first time you held my hand, I wish I could time travel to the sight of you. I wish I could stop crying, I so deeply wish and pray to stop loving you. And then I pray a little harder for you to love me back.