Forgiveness takes twoThe words are strugglingto tumble off my tongue,and despite havinga fleshy cushionto rest on,they stain my teethand sting like acid"I'm sorry," I stutter,but the bitter tastedoesn't leave my tongue-not because the words weren't true,but because I knowI won't hear,"me too."
Cement HeartI built a wallaround my heart,and sworeI'd never let you inbut the more time thatI spend with you,allows the beatsto crackthe cement.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopspewing pretty metaphors at me,for with each elaborate comparison,I feel a bit moredetached from this worldAnd maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,but would you beif you felt like the entire universewas resting upon your shoulders,and someone was just there saying:But you’re stronger than the powerful beatsof a butterfly’s wingsAnd maybe I do need more confidence,but would you exuberate itwhen the part you hated most about yourselfwere the freckles that have speckled your face for years,and someone was just there muttering:They’re not flaws,but rather stars that form constellationsYes, I can’t help but hateall those unrealistic metaphorsyou choose to pelt at me when I’m low,yet the irony is,I know that those beautiful wordsare realistic in your eyes,So I can’t hate you.
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,grumbling and mumblingabout what I didto deserve this messAnd my mother glares,saying,"When I planted you,I put you deep in the dirt,not to bury you alive,but to teach you thatwhen the growing gets tough,the tough gets growing."
Starlight kisses and bed sheet hugsMy teeth arecoffee-stained,and my eyeshold dark pocketsof graphitebecause of allthe late nightsI let the starlightkiss me,and my bed sheetsembrace me,because I realizedyou never had,and now-you never would.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moonhas craterstoo,and lookhow brightit shines,even inthe darkestof times.
Apologies to a friendYou pour your heart out to me,and are willingto submerge mein an oceanof loveyet when I see the waterrushing towards me,I convince myselfI don't liketo swim
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,but they’re catching in my throatAnd my heart is heavy in my chest,with a weight that holds a heavy loadThis weight is not a pound of gold,but rather a pound of worthless rocksAnd now I’m spitting bits of gravelas I try to talk
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:they put you inside the box,and then close the lid.
IntrovertEveryone's tryingto get out ofthe shadowof their parents-I'm here tryingto get out ofthe shadowof myself.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourselfin liquid sorrows,letting the salty messburn your wounds,and the sadnessto drip in your mouth,consuming your wordsand you sayyou deserve the pain,but I want to dry your face,and whisper in your earhow the clouds cry too,while they hold such beauty,and so do you.
Railroad TracksYou drawrailroad trackson your wristhoping themetal-made grooveswill takeyou somewherebetterBut these tracksyou're chugging along ononly put youon a trainthat is zoomingtoward a deep,dark tunnelAnd at the end of this tunnel,there is no light.
Unsaid truths and spoken hateunsaid truths and spoken hate will forever be how I remember you.I won't remember your petiteand deliciously sweet smile.I won't remember the nervous way you'd embrace meas though my open arms might be retracted at any moment.I won't remember your kindnesswrought from a belief you deservednone of what life had been willingto bless upon you.I won't remember how I nearly lovedevery little part of youfrom your crooked smirkto your large handsmolded perfectly to fit in mine.I will remember your cowardiceyour fear of the possibility of my love.I will remember your lieswhispered sweetly to mein that empty library of how you thought we could last together.I will remember all the embittered and loving words which choked me as you forcedsuch hat
PalaceThis palacewe've built for ourselvesisn't going to last foreverand I can already see the vines growing,and the cracks forming,and the walls crumblingdowndowndownto the ground thatis falling awayAnd I just can't understandwhy it is so hard to builda beautiful creation like we have,yet so easy to destroythe masterpieceonce it's made
ShipI missed you todayI regretfully say,My feelings are tidesmoving every which wayThe image of youshall be washed apart,As the shore and the oceando gently departAnd the way that my feetleft prints on the sand,Is the way that I feltwhen you held my handBut it's time to move on,this ship's found new land,The anchor is sunk,and I will withstand
And he saw the moon.Hidden away from his heart and homeand after his tears had been stolen away ,he looked up to skyand saw the moon.He wondered what this radiancethat still shined upon himwas, for even the sun had forsaken him and he blessed it and deemed it his savior.Hidden away from love and lightand after his hopehad been stolen away,he looked up and saw the moon.And each night he prayed to its light's benevolenceand would place a chair beneath it and reachbelievinghe was closer to its kindness.Hidden away from his wonder and worryand after his carehad been stolen away ,he looked up to skyand saw the moon.And he began to believeand his belief cemented tilhe began to knowthere was no light<
one.you told me that lifewas full ofcolor... thenwhy do mytearsrungrey.
three.there is avoidin myheart, thati canonly seem tofill withemptyemotions.
CoffeeI want to go outAnd drink coffee.Talk about lifeAnd kiss you.But that is silly isn't it?I don't like coffee much.I'll just buy some for youSo I can watch you smile.Then lets dance and laugh becauseIt's an amazing feeling to be loved.
Wall of glassThrough my lifeI've built a wallA wall that surrounds meAnd keeps me awayFrom the worldIt looks solidBut it's fragileIt's made of glassAnd I wonderHow long it'll lastAnd who will be the oneTo shatter itAnd reach the real meThat lurks inside
two.send messages in theirbottles,little notes thatsay,i love you.i miss you.where have you gone.and i'll take them,fill them up withsandsend them back, acrossto the other side.i'll send you a postcard...wish you were here.because i'm not coming back.
To you who write until you bleed and cry and diei. You aren't the ruins of Greece.You don't combust into fascination when the blackrose you planted years ago finally bloom and poisonyour veins and stop your heart beat in black splotchesand dirty grenade. The Earth won't mould trees orocean or clouds into your image when rust seeps intoyour wrist, turning you into a sculpture of grey handsand silver blood. You won't smile knowing a spider iscreeping up your throat, spider webbing your tongue and robbing your voice away.ii. You can't tame a wild boar with tombstone nails.You don't have to get why your wounds rot likethe speed of a full-on hail storm and why othershave bowstring smile and pretty eyes all thedamn time. You don't have to know why yourmusical box blasts in gunfires and thunderboltswhile other have rose tattoos exploding in fiercefireworks and adrenaline-rushing stage fire. Youcan't tame a wild boar with tombstone nails andscraped metallic heart. You can't love yourse
Tonight we standThere is no moonThere are no starsOnly darknessOn this cold nightTonight we standAganist our demonsThe final battleFor our freedomFor our happinessThere's no other wayThere's no turn backEither we're victoriousAnd surviveOr we're defeatedAnd forgotten
the dead and the dyingthe funny thing abouthumans is thatwe think we areinvincible and immortalgods.no—we're allroadkill,living ina tainted worldwhere cars drivetoo damn fast.and me,well,i just try toget by withoutbeing hitmore than once.
-lonelinessis trulysuffocating,isn't it?but evenwhen you find yourselfin a crowd of familiar faces,the struggle for breathremains.
Melancholy thoughtsI tastethe sweetnessin your words,only to wonderhow many othershave tastedthem too.