Do you know the demons I'm fighting?
The battles I'm losing?
The suffering I'm experiencing?

I want this war to be over.
But right now I am not winning,
I cannot take control.
The demons are winning
And I am just submitting.

To surrender is my only other option
It's fight or die.
But to surrender is to wave my flag,
To admit I am weak.

My white flag will not wave,
I will not back down.
Even when the thoughts get so strong
And it seems to be the only way out.

I will not surrender to the demons inside.
But the battles I lose, will not be a loss.
Only a celebration for a day soon to come,
A day only I seem to find joy in

That, my friend,
Will be my death.

I wanted you.
But not in a sugary way.
I didn’t want the holding hands,
or the sweet kisses in public.
The fancy restaurant dinners,
or the flowers on valentine’s day.
You see, there´s a different between lust, and love.
I didn’t think that I needed you.
Not in that intimate,
warm, comforting way.
But on those days,
when loneliness
creeps upon me,
I feel your absence.
I nearly got a taste of you.
But you slipped like sand through my fingers.
And now,
I think,
I might have wanted you
a lot more,
than I thought I did.

i shouldnt lose sleep
over someone who isnt afraid to lose me

there's nothing left of us,
besides vacant memories of what-if's,
and thousands of errors we've failed to fix.

when i stare into those eyes of yours,
ones that i once loved more than anything,
they no longer strike a meaning strong enough,
for me to continue holding on.

so i let go,
and even though i shouldn't have,
i need to because slowly,
i'm losing myself trying to fix us,
something that never ceased to exist.

even if the fresh intake of newly found air,
burns my nostrils,
harms my lungs,
i welcome it with open arms.

because you no longer strike a meaning worthy for me to hold on.

we're losing the moon and the oceans and skies are
burning but the craters beneath them
do not alter they
shrink away from the heat
they take a chunk out of the shoulder of the earth
instead
and the moon draws back aghast it is
going it is warming beyond the horizon and before the next dawn we are losing the moon to a
hole in the fabric of the space wall.