my truth,
Intimidated by fondly critics
To engage
I spill a persuasive lies

My sight
Troubled by unpleasant gesture
To just
I chose a dark side

My aroma
Intended to mislead
To adjust
I spark a dazed stench

My sound
Filled with gossip
To unleash
I lease a voiceless conscience

My sleep
Lost to passion
To write
I flipped a dozen pages

my life
Wavering on self esteem
To unbound
I pretend an acclaimed fame

you were always so dedicated in fixing my hair
everytime you stop, you smile and stare
i was so sure the galaxy was in your eyes, not outside of earth
fast heartbeats and halted breaths right after you've found tranquility in my shoulder
when tears have filled my eyes you were there
your chin rested at the top of my head trying to make me feel better
i've never felt so beautiful and fair
until you told me i was, you even swore
those ways got me and my soul ensnared
by you, a debonair, and your words
but do you really care?
i have thousands of questions hanging in the air
i don't ask for i already know the answer
maybe you do, until you've found her.
maybe you do, but i can never be her.
maybe you do, and i wish i was her.
maybe you still do but now i just want to take me back from you
oh please, tell me i still could.

when you're driving
do you ever wonder about the layers
between you and that tree?

You give and give.
    But you can only give so much.
Because eventually you run out of pieces of yourself.

And after you stop giving.
  They start to take.
They take and take.
Until they have you ,
And you are no longer complete.