close your eyes when
smoky mirrors reflect a fragile soul,
sporadic drips from the faucet
hit cigarette stained porcelain
and you're not in control.

candy corn orange battles
yellow cowardice grips,
over brick roads and white tips
of which you will walk upon.

bleach seeps into crevasses
weakening white ivory,
rationalizing your pores
to blister like sun damaged skin,
your reflection.

every time i see you
i want to cut my hair
you loved it long
i will become
everything you hate

you were my picture perfect fairytale,
and i'd die a million times just to see you,
in my dreams by my side.

Looking in the eyes of Rumi
in the eyes of Shakespeare,
can we see their great poetry
that today like yesterday everywhere
the world has seen and admire?
Yet see the magic they pen on the paper!

I see. Well, I'm sorry you feel that
way. My sincere condolences.

(confess emotion)

I see. Well, I'm sorry you feel that
way. My sincere condolences.

(offer expression)

I see. Well, I'm sorry you feel that
way. My sincere condolences.

They’re always watching, following me
I can feel their presence everywhere I go
I tried to listen to them, I felt them calling me
So I welcomed them in and let me go

I love you
I really do

So much that I have to stay away
Even if without you my world is grey

Afraid of hurting you
I don't wish to make you feel blue

I reject all food, my agony unseen
If I do eat it'll come back up green

I feel many colors but the only ones in sight
Are black and grey and white

The voices in my head
Make me only want to see red

And although I love you
It's better that we're through