I hate it when you lie to me,
I know that none of it's true.
I hate it when you cry with me,
And let your heart pour out of you.
I hate it how my soul feels free
Whenever you're around,
I hate that when we're together,
My heart is finally found.

And still you go on hurting me
As I beg you, please, just stop
You lie, complain, you twist me up,
While your beautiful brain just rots.
You let it stop you thinking,
Your heart takes full control.
Your body slowly falls away
Leaving vulnerable your soul.

I hate that you still need me
To protect you in the night.
I hate that I'm your angel,
Your harbinger of the light.
And I wish that it was me,
You had to look forward to,
But every time you look my way,
Your sight passes me right through.

So please, just let me escape from this,
Let me take my flight,
I don't want to be your strength anymore,
To be the dawn before the light,
I want you to do this on your own,
To let the darkness fade away,
I want you to leave me, happy again,
To leave me to the fray.

And there I'll burn, I'll turn to dust,
My life will be forgot,
No one will ever know my name,
Of my plight, you will know not.
From here I'll leave you,
On your own,
I know you'll struggle through.
You'll find the light soon now, my love,
And I will never come back to you.

Blue  is a horrible and lovely colour all at once,
Deep as the sea, while light as the morning sky,

Luminous and bright,
Yet mysterious and cold.

Now I understand why you had it at the entrance to your house.

I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you in your time of need
-Scratch that: I haven't been there for you.
I'm sorry I never came through on our plans to see each other.
I'm sorry I never call you up.
I'm sorry I never ask how you are,
How you all are.

I hope you know that it doesn't mean I don't care.
I wanted to be there
- I still want to be there.
But I'm not sure how.
I don't know her,
I may never know her, now.
And I want you to know that I'm ashamed to say that.

I'm sorry I didn't make the effort.

You smell old, though you're not yet loved,
Your pages blank and perfect,
Longing for someone to touch you, caress you, want you.
You've been forgotten about,
Thrown in a pile with the rest of the unlovables.

But you're different.
You're not unlovable, not entirely forgotten.
Maybe she's just not used to this.
Has she ever shared her true feelings?
Scribbled down her innermost secrets for you to keep safe?
You dream that one day she will trust you,
But is that ever going to happen?
Is it all in vain, spending your days hung up on an unrequited love?
Maybe.

She picks you up once more,  and you will her not to let you fall.
You feel her stroke your unblemished paper, smooth to the touch.
You feel her write something down, but it's not what you want to hear.  
It's shallow, fake.
It's not a lie, but it's not everything you wish she'd tell you,
It's not everything she has to say.

She'll probably just forget you, you tell yourself, as you begin to resign to the idea.
Or maybe she's struggling too,
Maybe she wants to love you,
Maybe she wants you to be hers.
Maybe she wants you to know what's going on,
Inside the deepest caves inside her head,
Inside her heart.
But she doesn't.  

She puts you down,
And walks away,
Leaving you behind,
Forgotten.

You once told me
That life was beautiful
That progression was beautiful,
That I was beautiful

But that wasn't true,
I know it now,
You couldn't have done,
Though I still don't know how,
Or why
You chose to hide it from me,
But what's done is done
Even if it ran deep
Though the rip in my heart
That was already there,
Just one quiet sentence
And one loud tear
Of muscle

I thought I was strong,
I could hold it out,
And there's no use in crying,
Or a scream and a shout
Because you don't want to see me
It's all about her,
You thought it would be easy,
And it wasn't.
For either of us.

Was it beautiful for you?
That simple progression?
Is life as beautiful as you once mentioned?
Or is it different now,
Not better nor worse,
Is it what you wanted, what you rehearsed?
Or did you just not think at all?

Golden eyes
In a flash of red
A solemn growl
And a lover dead

A beating heart
Lying on the ground
A love once thought lost,
Once again found

A cry of mercy
In the midst of the night
A howl of a wolf
Of the highest might

Then silence, it comes,
Encompassing the land
A sorrow so heart breaking
Too hard to withstand.

And now the feeling won’t go,
Won’t leave me alone
The idea’s there
The seeds have been sewn

But you’ll never come back
To this life we once cherished
All that we had
Has died and has perished.