Stop trying to be a hero
You can’t even save yourself.

Maybe somewhere you’ve learned more than I,
Perhaps with age there does come wisdom.
Then again, maybe it’s just abuse of freedom.

Stop trying to fix the broken,
You’re more broken than us all.

Damaged, cracked, and bruised don’t even describe the surface.
You’re heavy bleeding heart beats stronger than most,
But I’ve seen the truth there’s nothing to boast.

Stop trying to be the good one,
You’re no better than me.

Words are all you have left to offer, all you’ve ever had
Without action your words are dead.
Sleep tonight all the lies within your head.

Unfinished words,

unfinished thoughts,

unfinished sentences,  they linger in the air.

"What if…” What if, what? If you wanted me you would be here,
if you needed me you would call.
I can’t be something for you if you want nothing.
I guess that makes me nothing at all.

Sit down at your desk,
take a deep breath. You’re about
to create me anew.  

What parts of me are
worth keeping, and what parts aren’t.
What are you thinking?

Are pretty girls just
petite blondes. The ones that laugh
at all of your jokes?

I want my kind of
beautiful to be your kind
of beautiful, love.

I’m sorry that being around me is so draining.
I should elaborate.
Being around me is
Expensive.
Not in the sense that I will cost you a lot of money,
at least
not on purpose.
In economics we learned about costs and benefits.
What is the price of happiness?
It does have a price.
Economics says so.
How much enjoyment do I bring?
What does it outweigh?
The bad seems to always be more prominent
than the good.
I wish that I could have a second chance.
I want to make it better.
I’m sorry that to you I’m just a
Cost.

I’ve been stabbed, excuse me while I bleed out.
Tricked again.
Cheated.
When will you learn it hurts? You obviously didn’t learn when it happened to you.
This is why I want to be emotionless. To not be drowning in this confusion, and pool of feelings.
I’d rather be floating in a sea of nothingness.
Lifeless.
Empty.
Alone.
What’s safer than that?
At least when I’m by myself- I know where I stand.

I heard your voice on the radio
Each word transmitting
from your lips
You touch me more than you even know
From my neck to your fingertips

To be under your skin
is where I should have been.
From the start I knew
a little bit of everything
except you.
And to know you
is to know everything.