If you knew my story, beginning to end, would you keep reading.
If you could see the plot unraveling in front of your feet, would you follow the bread crumbs.
If you could see each fall before gravity took hold, would you continue to pick me up.
If you could feel my heartbreak in your fingertips would you be there to comfort my cries.
because every one loves a happy ending but only a fool loves a tragedy

I know this is how you felt,
I know everyone feels things differently.
But I know now, this is how you felt.

And my God,
Am I ever sorry.

"I never really liked blue eyes,
but her's,
                           god,
the way they reflect the sunlight,
the way they sparkle in the dark,
the way they gaze into mine.
She has guided me through
one of the darkest times of my life.
She is the light of my life.
She has stood behind me
throughout this all.
Refusing to back down.
She loves me and
god
do I love her.
If only I could tell the world,
                         she's mine.
I could hold her hand in public,
I could kiss her in front of others,
I could run away wit her,
we could finally be free.
But,
until then,
we'l just have to wait.
After all,
two years
isn't that far away."

In her eyes
He is beautiful.
He is the fullness of a word that she will never find.
The one word that would perfectly describe
His handsomeness, his very essence,
His charm, and ardent presence.
He is the pink within her life.
His is the warmth that melts her mind
and sets the butterflies in her heart to fly.
Sets the wings of her heart to spread
that she might fly to his light.
He is the Helios to her Clytie
He is the star to which her songbird heart sings.
She is tuned into his key.
She blushes when he puts his lips
to hers and sets her face to glowing.
Sets her heart to soaring.
She doesn’t know the word to describe
the feeling he gives her. The word that
captures what he is to her what he is in her life.
But she knowss there was never a better feeling
before he stepped into her life.

Blood runs through my hands and stains the cold concrete.
As your heart rate drops with every beat.
The smell of fear and adrenaline arouse my sense like a woman's caress.
I bury my knife deep inside your chest.
I lose control with every slash, as my blade cuts away.
Now close your eyes while I carve you up
And hang you for display.

****.

The poison's me the choice is up to you. Good lord, if they take away all the fashion houses, the rain men won't have anything to wear.

Naked armies, fighting the stories that just someone's grandfather wrote. Is it even real if it goes to sleep at night? Does it wake up to address the evening sky? I don't know....three heroic words the human race can barely say. Isn't the want for pizza an international religion, can we agree on that?

What mind of man gets it in his head that it's his hand that receives death to choose? In what nowhereness did these lonely princes lose everything they knew? Did they hear that killing isn't cool like it was in the 11th Empire- to make light of a situation or just a few lumens too, is pretty rad for any human to do. I may be a vampire but I need a bit of daytime if I want to continue to worship the dark.

It's been 4000 years, and I'm still looking for her, the way she talked to us after the sea we crossed through. The poison is me but the choice to take it is up to you. The rain men may come, but the water dance's for a seldom few. We could starve just for the thrill of wrapping ourselves in pieces of the moon.

Ne me quitte pas. Ne pas passer la lumière. Je vous attends ici, tout comme je le fais toujours. Il est dommage, je suis passé par là avec vous attends.

my hair is always a mess.

strand after strand falls to my eyes
blurring my vision
creating gaps in my reality
so i push them away

i need to focus

i.must. focus.

my hands graze the bookshelf
****. sorry. your bookshelf. our bookshelf.
all ten of my fingers
simultaneously feeling the surfaces
of each memory
and laugh
and kiss and argument and meal and dance and song
we ever shared

there were so many things
too many things

my mind starts to burn
because all i can see is you
strand after strand falls into my eyes
but its not my hair this time

strands of our lives
perfectly separated
once perfectly perpendicular
now perfectly parallel

and we all know
two parallel strands
headed in the same direction
will never meet
or cross
or even see each other again
despite their distance
or location
mine, being here
yours, being a concrete marker with four deep black words describing every fiber of your being

its not fair
that our lives came in wholes
in perfect, put together objects
and that time just increases the space between its atoms
creating strands and strings and broken things
ones that were once alls

and its not fair
that, when trying to turn our bits into something new
trying and failing and trying again
to make them fit against someone else's
that yours were taken
leaving me with strands untied
and spaces unfilled
and parts that just want to be wholes again.

my mind starts to cool.
stand up.
for a second time, i place my hand on the bookshelf. your shelf. our shelf.
and i let the strands fall.
i let them fill my eyes
and enter my ears
and wiggle around into my brain
because
if anything
every strand of yours i managed to keep

i insist should be mine as well.

Memories
Broken memories
Lifeless before me.
I don't remember them.

Imagine
Not being able
To remember who you are
Your mind
Slowly falling apart.

I try I try
Piecing together
Memories
Strange places
My family
Strangers in minutes

Friends,
Nameless faces.

My mind won't go
to sleep
These faded lights
What remains
Within me.

Imagine,
Not being able
to form a sentence.
Unable to dress yourself.

Memories
Sweet memories
Foreign places.

**** it who am I?!

Faded lights,
I can not see
I don't want
To be alone.

Please please
Don't be angry
Stay with me
I can't fight alone

Help me
Stay with me.
Don't let me go
I need you

I don't want to leave you, she said
If I could, I'd stay forever but I can't

I wonder what's your reason
to commit such an act of treason
During the night
When the stars shine so bright
I love seeing your sleeping face
You're like a delicate antique vase
Why must your time with me have a limit?
Cause when the morning comes, he wakes you up in just a minute.
I try to make you stay
But you'll just say
If I don't go, there's going to be a huge price to pay.*

But who am I to question
even though I feel so much depression

For I'm just a futon
for you to lie on