i crave him, he craves her
you crave me, she craves you
strange, isn't it?

you have eyes
you have a sight
but you didn't see

you have a mouth
you have a voice
but you didn't speak

you have ears
you could hear
but you didn't understand

you have a head
you have a brain
but you didn't think

you have a heart
you could feel
but you didn't let it beat
not even a little bit, not even at all




(samber)

He speaks in clichés and I only speak in antithesis.

do me a favor and be sure to tell her that i was the first person who took your breath away and the only one who reminded you how to breathe also might as well tell her that you still love me and you keep my heart in your jacket pocket near your cigarettes because you still aren't sure which one you you're addicted to.

tattoos
maybe on your body
mostly on your heart
I used to believe in the hope on my arm
I guess I still do, wishing for a new perspective of the word
I look down and see me
not someone people want me to be

now the cross on my wrist
sits so elegantly between my heart and my mind
these are the tattoos on my body
the ones you can touch and feel and find
I might explain the meaning
and you may trivially understand my words
but never my thoughts, the truth behind my heart
I wish you could see those tattoos  
because although the ones on my body are beautiful

at least to me

the ones on my heart are beyond anything you have ever seen
most people never know the feeling
the feeling of finding yourself
seeing who you actually are written on your own skin
I don't see ink
I see me
the person everyone else refuses to see

1.
He sings
And burns in his old age
Raging against an ever so slowly
Dying light
Slowly laying to sleep
seemingly quiet, across a frozen horizon.

2.
She in an intermittent flow
Heals, and brings about a glow
With bonds of cold ice
Illuminating everything that is
until she too lies
In a deep sleep

3.
Now against
An eternally never ending frontier
Of circling dreams, collapsing
At the discovery of receding howls
And a charred sea of amber light

4.
These two inch towards each other
Ever so slightly, ever so slowly
Until they soon meet
And hold at each other
At what is a perfect
Complete, connecting
Eclipse.