Salt can burn, dear.  It can burn like a fire.
But I’ll sift through the ashes you’ve left on the pyre
And we’ll see if there’s substance or something to do
Because, yes, salt can burn, but can’t it heal too?

I can feel fear for you when it’s working both ways
When I feign so invested I can’t feel the pain
Try to make myself matter; try to make myself care
But when you beg me not to, I rest hardly there.

I can’t tell; I can’t grasp; you hold emotion back
You should push me away - are you too weak for that?
Hold me at arms length or stop all I think
Are you ******* with me?  Am I ******* with me?

‘Cause I feel disconnected but I know I might die
If you break our contact or can’t meet my eye
If there’s any doubt then should we find out?
What happens when I’m right?

Words that take moments to say
Take lifetimes to forget.

They say love hurts
But who are they?
Longing hurts,
Distance hurts,
Rejection hurts -
That's nothing of love.
Love is the way your eyes look
When you've forgotten your inhibitions;
Love is the way your heart looks
When you strip it bear for me to see,
And the way the relief rests
When I don't turn in disgust -
I ask again, who are they?
There's no need for pain here
There's enough of it to forget already
From everywhere else.
I don't see love as pain
I won't.
I was told once
It's because no matter how close you get to someone
It's not close enough
You can never really touch them
There's always space between your cells
That's the pain?
You can't touch yourself, if that's the case
And that's pain?
I feel closer to you than I do myself
You have taken residence inside my heart
A role inside my brain
And use my veins as roadways
To get to and from work
How fast is a heartbeat?
How omnipotent can one person be?
How could anyone say we don't touch?
You're more of me than I am
Is that pain?
That's completion.

I very well felt possessed by the hatred that overcame me
Quite a drastic change from that echo of desire
If I could just believe in heaven I’d feel compelled to segregate my soul
Because nothing could be divine in the absence of a fire

My fear is extinguished by your touch
Your body remains in memory, consumed
Abandoned by your blood - a poison yet to desecrate
As though you are the first to feel deception
The first to be overwhelmed by anger
The first to have an animal tear through your skin from inside
But remain chained to your heart
Cursed to wander in your shadow
Or else rip it out
Or else remain suppressed and sleep
Which is in its nature?

I've seen the talented sun burn through the souls of a thousand talented men,
So I hide in the dark but it's only in hopes that I won't have to see it again.
And I've sat on deserted highways waiting for construction to finish up,
But never through all of this have I said that I've had enough.
Scissors can cut through a wired bomb or the last of the restraints,
But don't take them for granted or you'll end up on your deathbed with nothing to say.
When the story ended the story had no stable place to go,
So he sat on the curb with his head in his hands and decided to call that home.

Should I be gone tomorrow if my being has run its course -
A mind confined to caged in skin and basking in remorse
Should self hatred and pity take its toll on empty hearts
I fear what ever fault I am is prepared to embark
On a journey through the pain and bliss I allowed to control
Every broken primal movement taken hostage by my soul
I won’t be missed, only dismissed as love that I might take
It burns through me to think it, but no worthy heart would break