about today--
goodmorning, beautiful. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, dont ask me how i slept and i wont ask you.
goodmorning--i made you tea, just how you like it
maybe you’ll like it today. i cant sleep. its 3 in the morning,beautiful,
how are you?
goodmorning, princess. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, how did you sleep?
goodmorning, the corpses on the front lawn look a lot like you and i.

Even though we are broken.
You deserve more than mere pieces of peace.
You deserve more than only fractions of paradise.
And glimpses of sunlight in the middle of opaque skies
Your deserve much more than samples of happiness,
Fluffy memories in the middle your pain,
To remind you of just how miserable you are.
Your heart is heavy with the burden you carry.
I want your broken fractions to complete me..
I want my broken fragments to complete you.
We can pick each other up
put each other together like puzzle pieces
puzzle pieces of peace that was lost.
Sing me your cries and
I will sing you a melody of hope
Lose yourself in sighs
So I can sweeten the air with love..
Shake your demons awake
So i can comfort your soul..
and fill them with roses,
Engulf me with thorns,
So I will never forget you.
I will shelter you till the storm is over
So you wont forget me.

sighs so loud you can hear it over the crashing waves

scars so visible you can see them from a mile away

hair so messy he can't even run his fingers through it

{hjl}

As I lay here I realize
death is not something I should despise
it is simply a fragment of our lives
no matter how much we venture and strive
work things out and compromise.


It should never come as a surprise
that one day...
death will look us straight in the eyes
with no regard to our mothers' cries
no care for our last goodbyes.


We begin to think of...
All those ungrateful sighs
those unworthy lies
those wasted cries
as our soul flies
and our blood dries
then, the body dies.


Now look around.
You are not dead
still above the ground.
Feel you're heart pound
and realise
*the beauty of that sound.

he remembers your touch but not your face
maybe if you hold on a little tighter he'll respond with a smile
he's archaic and you're a battlefield
you were never meant to touch in the first place
acute lines connecting against the laws of science
he's a geometry problem, roughness against blood vessels
his hips jut out from under his shirt
you press your thumbs against them and breathe
try not to ***** yourself on his ribcage
he'll kiss you like he means it but his eyes will cloud when you look into them
he doesn't always recognise your voice
you kiss him anyway you hold him close like maybe if your hearts beat in time for long enough he'll start to feel it
the first time he looks at you with eyes that belong to him you think your lungs might close up
he sketches you, fingers trailing like stardust over skin and jutting bone
you used to dig a knife into the palm of your hand just to make sure you would bleed like everybody else
he used to dig a knife into the upper-left side of his chest just to make sure he was really human
you cradle your scars together
LIVEDIELIVEREPEAT
the pain's more bearable with him
you hold him when he has nightmares and he holds you when you can't take living
(all that you used to know is gone;
you're all each other has left
survivors of a lost age)
life is a series of compromises
you've already made enough for one lifetime

A thousand years-
      I can't make it
      for in every moment I can make a tear
      
A thousand reasons-
      of loving you
      and every pain that's hard to bear

A thousand smiles-
      they're gone away
      now I am in this dark corner again

A thousand sighs-
      they make me free
      unchain this heart from so much pain

A thousand wounds-
      they make me sick
      and give me so much aching fears

A thousand words-
       please come to mend
       and wipe away my thousand tears!

A child went missing years before
ever unsure he dared not feel
even prayed it all would go away
and now awakens afraid it will

Gazing back burdened by regret
seeing at last he’d been blind
although many had let him down
hadn’t he repaid each in kind

An angry child cries out in vain
a weary old man softly sighs
pondering fate questioning why
so few live yet everyone dies

Too quickly still another day falls
asleep within the setting sun
and as one day none will remain
why then waste a single one

You live with many tears
Look around with plenty fears
Waste up your many years
And seldom hear cheers.

Many times left your eyes
With nothing but cries
And lies across the skies
Sat next to you sharing sighs.