just because i said id take a bullet for you
didnt give you the right to shoot
just because i let you steal my heart
didnt mean you could tear it apart
just because you took my breath away
didnt make it ok for you to throw me away
just because you had my trust
didnt mean you could fill your heart with lust
but because you found another one
gives me every right to say were done

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Are not your eyes set on the truth

Or do they seek out the illusions
made up from the images of your youth

Have you catagorized the abstract from practical truth

Or elevated your opinions
to be the irreversible truth ?

Where is the lamp that Diogenes bequeathed to you ?

Do you now stumble over the light ,
over false accusations with fingers pointing at you ?

Are they not false prophets
full of wind ?

Whose breath blows out the candles of tomorow
leaving the shadows to strut within ?

Turn the words to fire and let them consume the wooden thoughts

From the dust to the ashes

Salt poured on the lashes

Burn the truth to create

light for the righteous

I swear at one time
I was a fun loving guy
Why, you can call home
And ask my wife

She’ll say about me
The life of the party
The cats meow
Along with bees knees

A fun loving boy
This bundle of joy
In the lampshade brigade
I was self employed

Quick with a smile
Before I found out
What they’ve tried to hide
What life’s all about

If you only knew
This once fun loving dude
Why, just ask my wife
She’ll tell you the truth

The moment our bodies pull like magnets,
I’ll wrap my legs around you and draw you in.
We’ll close our eyes and vanish into the pulse of pleasure—
addicts chasing color behind shut lids.
Send me your sins; I am ready for the divine exchange.
This is a form of worship.

Every inch of me is prepared for your reverence.
Gentle touches will give way to rough kisses and bites.
Days will melt into nights,
the moon replacing the sun,
and still, we’ll remain in our chamber—
like fire and gunpowder.

Strike the match.
Set us alight.
I fear no flame,
for burning with you is its own kind of high.
Let me lose all sense of time when I’m with you.

On my windowsill,
of that indigo night
you took me,
and I haven't
been the same since.

Something about you
makes me want to
be a better man.
I've grown wings,
so I take to the sky.