silence is not a game
and these strings
wound around my heart
you pull them in a direction
where cuts have already been made
this is foolishness
and I have no breath
for foul air
when you refuse to accept such as this
the apology of a dying star
so lay now
just as you are
and I will walk a barren road
with none to comfort me
but time and her cohorts

So many of these words have been about you

I've written them during my darkest hours

In the middle of the night after too many drinks

That were accompanied by too many cigarettes

After I had tossed and turned for what seemed like forever

With you stuck in my head; those lingering aftershocks

After listening to so many sad songs with the volume too loud

I opened this computer and put down how you made me feel

Typed out the words that I never got to say to you

Poured out all the sorrow, and regret, and mistrust

The jarring color of it, all viole(n)t red

Let it soak through the keys and bloom into this portrait of you

A picture of who you really were; a snapshot; a Polaroid

And now that its finally tangible

I can see all your sharp edges and black shadows

And how much I wanted to smooth you out and cast a light

I can feel everything I wanted you to be

And how much it hurt when you disappointed me




I hold your picture in my hands that I created with my words

And think about the all those depths you brought me to

All those nights I spent wishing things were different

All those hours I spent wishing you still loved me

All those minutes I spent wishing I didn't cry over you

All those seconds I spent wishing I never met you

And I think I finally have the strength to rip you apart

And forget you. For good.

You’re like putty in my hands

Malleable and supple

But no matter how hard I try and mold you

Into the image I have seared into my mind

You melt under the hot lights

Never willing to hold your shape

The lacy touch of your fingers upon my bareback
The soft touch of your smooth lips upon mine
Now lay between the empty bed sheets
Stained with time
The spilt tears
The endless fears
The lacy touch of your fingers upon her bareback
The soft touch of your smooth lips against her hips
Now lay covered under the fresh bed sheets
Stained with your crime
Was I nothing more but a doll to play with?
Some sort of toy that you could just dispose of as time went on?
I looked into your eyes
I thought I saw your soul
Now I hope that she can see the truth;
You pick us out at random like a raffle ticket
And if the prize you receive does not please you

Then the exchange shall be soon

She felt like she was on ecstasy

Whenever he was next to her

He felt like he was high-

She made him float

They became addicted to each other

For their company to one another was

Endless nights of euphoria