My eyes were for you
but your eyes were for another.
You were staring across the room
gazing at each other.
From that moment on
my heart was hard as stone.
You made me realize
that I was meant to be alone
I was your cigarette
and you were my lighter.
You lit me up and burned me.
The touch of your spark
made me feel so alive.
With each breath and blow,
you would take a piece of me with you
and let it go
just as fast as you consumed me.
I would relax you and calm you down.
But I was fading away. I was deteriorating.
My ashes were becoming one
with the rubble beneath your feet.
And after you’ve finished me off,
there was nothing left of me.
You threw me away.
You told me you loved me,
but your eyes were empty.
You told me you loved me,
but you were staring across the room.
You told me you loved me,
but your voice gave in.
You told me you loved me,
but you just didn’t.
I told you I loved you,
and I looked into your eyes.
You knew it, I knew it,
At least one of them was true.
"How are you", she questioned.
"Fine", he asserted.
Sleepless nights and helpless tears said otherwise.
I once had my head in the clouds
So far up I'd feel the sun reach out and warm my face.
My eyes would sparkle and glint and play
Life was sweet and good and full of grace.
And then
You changed me.
Swallowed me whole like a snake does its prey.
I sat, and shook in this new, rank darkness.
Pain, what are you doing here? This is not your home.
Run along, run away! Put down that fire!
My very soul begins to burn.
Love, where have you gone?
Or are you here already, sitting in this dark garden next to me
and is this just you showing that really all you are is just a lie
and everything I dreamed about will abandon me and die?
Oh, poor, sick, hungry love.
Nobody will know your reasons
Nobody will know your past
Nobody will ever know anything about you
If you ever only speak to nobody
Watching what you love so much
being loved by somebody else
will kill you slowly
I cried when I found out
the love of my life
the one I wanted to be with forever and ever
had left me, cheated on me with another man
I wanted to die
I wanted to scream
I wanted the world around to be just another dream
As I sat I wondered what to do next,
when I suddenly realized
I cheated on her
A happy day talking with no sense.
Then cold night filled my throat with dust.
I was heartsick for being too dense
Asking why and what has become of us.
Haunted by memories of deeds done past
Scars are all that remain
But the sight of my own blood
Is as vivid as if the wounds still wept.
It can be hard to find ugliness
when resolution was never given.
There will always be a beauty
when your closure never came.
There's a simple beauty in the rawness of wounds
Red around the edges, weeping, bleeding
eyes are but wounds to never heal
A cut to never close.
There's tragic honesty in nostalgia
and there's nothing in it that means history;
longing is a nostalgic dream,
a tragedy of needs.
There's something to be said about the color yellow
Of all emotional colors, it is the worst
it's the color that tinges photographs, newspapers,
it's the shade that fades your memories.
Why is it,
that tonight,
I miss you more than
anything?
Tonight,
when I should rejoice
in the love I thought I lost
but instead
wallow in the sorrow
of the love that is gone forever?
I miss you
as you are,
a person,
a lover.
I miss your taste
the flesh of your lips