you fell for the sun. and all its warmth, its beaming light. its color.

but my darling i was the moon. i was cold. i was dark.

and i wasnt what you wanted.

even though i told you to never look at the sun, you still did. and it burned your eyes.

yet here i was, soft and mellow, ready to tend to your wounds.

but once again you looked.

though i provided you with sunglasses this time.

the sky will one day lose its blue
the stars will one day fail to shine
the fireflies that litter the summer night skies will one day lose their fire
the sun will fail to burn
the earth will fail to turn
the moon will fail to reflect the suns dying glow
but I will love you, even after the sky falls

my demons are screaming i think they might win
my heads under water and i cannot swim.
theres weights at my wrist, a buzz in my ears, my eyes are going hazy my limbs are going limp.

my actions are now dire for the sake of myself
"mom i need help"
i force out my mouth like a bullet from hell.
"honey youre okay. youre gonna be fine"
those words hit my heart like a bunch of knives"
"okay, thanks mom. i love you"
i say, whisking away the blank expression on my face.

but heres one thing i just couldnt say.

my demons are screaming i think they might win
my breathes are short like october wind.
they have become people, violent and strong.
putting weights on my shoulders so i must play along.

ive kicked them off once, but they keep coming back.
they have become real things and theres no turning back.
they hold my sparks in the palm of their hands,
i sometimes wonder if ill ever see it again.

my demons are screaming i think that they've won.
my spark has gone out,
and im totally numb.

you have my hands tied back with a thin silk rope.
you tighten this rope when you feel me slipping from you.
i even has a name.
love.

when i feel the earth caving in i write.
i write about the earthy smell,
the way the roots twist and tangle,
i write about the way the rain falls horizontally.
i write about the way mother nature weeps,
the way her beautifully broken tears fall in puddles all around.
i write about the sky, and the clouds. the stars even.
i write about nature cause its all i know.
and i know nature will never change its earthy glow.

so maybe i'm stupid, or maybe i'm dumb, but i'm starting to think maybe you like that i'm numb

i write,
and i write,
and i write.
yet i can never find the words to put my pain into.
i can never seem to let my emotions flow through the tip of my pen.
though i would love to tell you guys my pain through beautiful metaphors and rhymes.
my pain is fathomless,
let alone someone i can write.

i went months with the constant dispense of my addiction for you.
and now i get to suffer the blood rotting withdrawals.  
and i know we both agreed on this, but
when i look at you i see constellations.
i see ocean waves gone rouge.
i see mighty trees and blanket thick forests.
i know we both agreed on this, but
when i hear you i get butterflies in my stomach.
i hear swigs of whiskey.
i hear a sweet southern drawl like nothing ive heard before.
i hear the hums of an electric bass amp.
i know we both agreed on this, but
i need you.
like the earth needs the moon,
like space needs the stars,
like guitars need their strings.
i need you the way you need pokemon cards.
god i just,,
dont give up on me..

the person youre in love with is supposed to make the world more colorful,
but what are you supposed to do when youre colorblind

her heart was like blown glass, sensitive and nimble.
she was hard to let pass.
she sat in your dreams swinging her feet, you always thought she was so sweet.
the heart of this girl so beautiful and true, would sing soft melodies to me and you.
it bumped and it thumped to the rhythm within, matching with yours. you were at a win.
the girl made of blown glass was vigilant of her heart, but only with you.
she was afraid of the new and you were too, so you protected her greatly.
her glass heart too.
but the harder you held the more she began to crack.

crack
crack
crash.

you sat with your love in bleeding hands, wondering why the girl of glass loved you.
but you loved her too, with every piece of newly hardened glass that she left with you.

i'm not very clever.
my mind does work at accelerated speed,
yet my mind races when you say something mean to me.

i'm not very gentle.
my hands aren't weary,
yet when you raise a hand to me suddenly they go limp.

i'm not very kind.
when you ask me a question ill tell you straight up. i don't sugarcoat things,
yet when you tell me to talk to you suddenly i do.

im not a pretender.
i don't act like someone else. i'm me and thats it,
yet everyone thinks i'm fine.

im not okay.
but i say i am,
so that means it's true, right?

what about the rest of this, was it true?

im a ******* for the pain you cause me.

The primary colors artists live to see through swollen, sleep deprived eyes searching for a way to find money
Primary colors based in green and yellow branching from black minds and cracked souls
Blue and red veins pop out of purple and blue speckled arms
Hands worn from countless brushes and ripping canvass
Feelings splattered in red and orange across broken faces and half torn smiles
But we’re okay
Its just the painters promise.

i find myself caring more about life now.
and thats because of you.
i finally have a reason to stay.

please dont fall apart.
dont allow the rage inside you break your own bones.
dont let the sadness carve ravines in your moonlit skin.
dont allow the jealousy run through your veins.
please dont fall apart
please...

ive always loved the sound snow makes.
the way the earth falls silent, the waves of my voice to you being soaked up by the freshly produced crystals.
the way it crunches beneath your feet, only to leave your shoes wet and cold.
ive always loved the cold, and the moments leading to it.
but the coldest month of the year for me was july.
but then august came around, and as the months have passed, your love for me has slowly melted the snow in my heart.