Monday, November 30, 2009

The Fall

God damn the beauty, and
God damn the addiction that comes with it.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Cold Ground

I bury my face in the cement.
These scratches and bruises have long been coming.
And every scar has your name on it.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Beauty Within Trees

I hate how you've made
me fall in love with you. Your
soft spirit makes it
so easy to fly,
to soar, to just be around
you. I wish we did
not get along so
pathetically well. I
wish we didn't share
the same kisses. I
wish we didn't have the same
passions. Because we're
not perfect for each
other. In fact, it'd
be the worst pairing of two
people ever. . .they
don't make matches like
this in Heaven. Because it's
what we want, it's what
we'd like, it's what we'd
wish. And wishes don't come true.
I can't tell you how
many times I've wished
for you. I hate how you've let
me fall in love with you.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Call

You don't understand everything that causes this deep, dark depression within me, but you understand that my heart is breaking. And ultimately, that's all I want.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Far, Far Away

Love me now.
Love me here.
Love me in this moment.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Everytime

Just so you know, that smile kills me. . .everytime.

"But I will always
be the one that you need and
not the one you want."

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Object

I wanted you to love me, but all you ever did was use me.

Let Me Be

Let me be angry.
Let me be mad.
Let me sit here knowing every thought I'm thinking is so horribly bad.

Then I will praise You.
Then I will sing.
. . .of Your love and how it set me free.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Point

You used to be so precious.
You used to be whole.
Tell me, fragile heart, what happened?
Was it the fall that did this to you?
Was it the fall that broke you in two?

Let me hold you while you're breaking.
Let me hold you while you fall.
Let me hold you in this darkness.
Let me hold you and make you new.

Reverse

I wish you weren't so beautiful.
I wish I didn't love you so.
I wish you could see that there's something you've missed in along the way. . .

"Is it true? Is it
real? Or is it a mask you wear
so the others will
think you're real? Don't quote
me, but I think I'm starting
to see a side of
you that you don't show
too often. And I
don't think it's a mistake. I
think you've waited for
someone you can be
yourself around, someone you
can drop the facade
around and not be
judged, someone you don't
lie to because she knows the
truth. You see it in
her eyes. You feel it in her
touch. She loves you. . .you."

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Mother

The stars adore you.
And the wind is only a
slight metaphor of
how I wish I could
capture your dreams and soar to
the moutaintops where
you could see them come
to life. The sun smiles down on
you, and this light you've
shone, will forever
shine in my life. You have made
the impossble. . .

possible.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Scottish

Why did you put your soul in my hands?
I want to love you.
And I want to trust you.

I'm getting there. It's not as easy as they say. It's not easy at all this way.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Kleptomaniac

You will always live on the tips of my fingers. No matter how close we get, you will never be in my grip. I will never fully have you.

"And for once, we shared
a moment. But it was a
moment meant not for
us. It was made for
another two--two who had
fallen, two who knew,
two who had given
themselves over to a love
that was not of them."

Sketch

You still move in my blood and beat within my heart.
You are eternally etched in my heart.
I carry you with me wherever I go.

I thought I'd lost you. I thought you were dead. But you live on in my art.

Friday, November 6, 2009

My Secrets & Promises

She doesn't regret giving you a kiss every morning at five a.m.
She will always play with her hair when you ask her "Why?".
She gave you everything she had.
She doesn’t want it back.
You can walk away at any moment, and she’ll let you go.
She’s loved you from the moment she met you, and she still does.
She knows how to love from a distance, and if she has to for the rest of her life, she will…just so you will find your way.
She doesn’t want your money.
She can’t tell you her biggest fear because she knows one day she’ll have to face it.
She knows so much about life, even more about death.
She craves silence.
She wishes you well.
She won’t drink too much unless she thinks of him.
She can find her way out a maze.
She knows how to get her heart broken.
She mourns for you when you hurt, but she’d never tell you.
She can tell you're destroying your life, and your best friend can't even tell you your favorite color.
She has open arms and an open heart that are waiting for you, day and night.
She prays for you before she prays for herself.
She still paints him pictures and leaves them on his doorstep in the middle of the night.
She still thinks you are worth saving.
She still thinks you'll come around one day.
She’s a whore and a fool for ever having loved you.

I am a whore and a fool for ever having loved you.