I must be so hard to love
How do you find it within yourself
to forgive me for my raggedness?
I find myself growing out of you
the way roots do a ***'s constraint
But we cling to each other
like an addict's last hit.
We wonder which will take us first,
death or stagnancy?

-Taylor Ann Farrell

Don’t look me in the eye
Rip the watch off of my wrist
So that I might breathe again.
You’re an unwelcome sulfur in my lungs
Toxins pouring from your love
I long to shut you out.
Your youth is my mortality
Your religion is my sin
I long to drown you out
So my identity could weigh in
Your voice, my discomfort
But your hands, they draw me in
Caught in this purgatory of faith
Between your praying hands I swim
Vocal love is never tangible,
I just want something I can feel
The devil for craving simple pleasures
The saint to your body’s whim
But your hands, they draw me in
They draw me in, they draw me in.

I woke up at four o'clock
On a winter morning,
My thoughts begged me to leave you
Instincts like brakes blazing hot  
Heart no longer pleading so hard to stay.
I woke up at four o'clock
On a frigid morning,
Trying to act the same exact way.
Hands shaking with the thought of action
Attempting to calculate how you'd react and
I think I scared logic away.
I woke up at four o'clock
On a starless morning,
I think you thought I'd stay
These shaking hands and weary feet
They've traveled far, and learned some things,
You see, five o'clock is looking up,
(I've walked long, and I've walked hard)
And my heart is finally catching on,
With the sunrise on the horizon.

I opened the door and let you in
Vulnerabilities and everything
Chipped and scarred, here I am
Fragile and alone, here I am.
Not quite the image you expected
Unlike the picture you perfected
Compared to your mind, I fall behind.
My heart burst with reality and passion,
Showing my feelings is like a chemical reaction
In shock and horror you deflect,
Leaving me saturated with regret.
Demanding what you think of me
Without the facades, now you see.
Chipped and scarred, here I am
Fragile and alone, here I am
Requesting the person you thought you knew,
Leaving my heart black and blue.
I shade myself with dishonesty
Will this make you love me?
Now my throat is dry
What once was said was left behind,
Walking hand in hand, I'm glad you're mine
Staring at our fingers intertwined.
Fake yet loved, here I stand.
Disappearing with who I really am.

I thought that I could save the world

I thought “the moon lived in the lining in your skin”

I thought I could live inside a poem

I thought I could drink from you like the fountain of youth

I thought the world spun because we danced

I thought the world was a different place

The word sprang, hollowed from my throat, like the first rain drop after an everlasting drought. "Please."
Such a measly word attempted to encompass the myriad of emotions it was intended to portray. "Please."
You could clearly hear my vocal cords shaking, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
The same eyes that you once fell into, professed love for. The same eyes that had now proved to be an empty ocean.
"Please," was all I had said in that single pivotal moment in time, and silence was all that had answered it.
The same silence that now rings in my ears. The same silence you promised me would never surface.
The same silence that now defined all that we'll ever amount to.
"Please."

Your heartbeat a luxury my mind aches to remember
Swollen fingertips, chapped lips
Drunk off the excess of expired love

Unrequited happiness leaves one with such a hollow loneliness
My candle of hope is burning to its wits end.
An essence so pure can soon enough become poison
When consumed by the wrong muse, true loves' abortion.

Solace itself can often be found in the pulse of your wrist,
a melancholy sound of copper and satin, mysterious kiss
of all that might happen if you question,"what if?"