For all the gold in the world may be at my feet, why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the silver spoons I use to eat,
Why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the dresses I have to make every girl in my kingdom pretty,
Why is it that I long for more?
Maybe, I don't long for more but, I long for less, and less is in the disguise of more.

Contrary to popular belief
I'm not crazy
Just positively documented crazy
I'm a poet, you know?
Maybe more, maybe less
That's something i'm willing to confess
And i like to shop for less
Maybe i can buy you a dress
It's not the dollars, it's the thoughts

There are those who do possess
All that they might need and more
Who despite that nonetheless
Least appreciate their lot.
There are those who have much less
But appreciate much more
What little they do possess
And make the most of their lot.
Perhaps in life happiness
Depends not on having more,
But on focusing far less
On those things we have not got.

This love is a little game we play

       It has no end
       There's no escape
       You hold all the cards
       And the way you stack them
If they were to fall they'd bury me alive
          Deprived from your kiss
It's the only thing I'd miss
     Not even breath or the sting of my wrists from when you hold me to your rules
                And no matter how many times I go broke trying to make you smile
       I'll always pay the dealer even if it takes a while

January 17, 2015, Saturday, 8:0AM

Not seeing you won't make me love you any less,
but I feel like I'm about to fall apart.

You can be more
Or you can be less
But you can never be perfectly whole

I knew it before
But it fails to hurt less
To learn it from the depths of my soul

i am not
everything you think i am
i am
so much less