Vile. (12.2.14)

Black out your heart,

Dark smoke blinding the moon

Sand falling on a distant shore.

How many colors do you taste

When you think of me?

And how I burnt out your heart

And cooled you with my touch.

I am something vile.

A poison made pure by

Years of distillation.

I am assimilated into something that I don’t

Completely understand while you scream.

"Don’t go into the night"

Because that’s when the stars can get you

I have found that every year is the same.

Right as I figure out what I fear most,

You teach me why I am always right.

So if you kiss me goodbye,

You’re going to end up dead.

A Little More Than Hopeless Romantic. (11.24.14)

I found the cure to growing old in her peppermint smile.

I'd be damned if I didn't mention that
even the mere sight of her handle gives me heart palpitations.
A gentle tip tapping, ripping at the delicate muscle.

Sometimes I want to pull a "Practical Magic" and
Just set a spell telling me that,
No, I don't fall in love with those eyes.
No, I don't find the way you laugh at me endearing at all.

No. That isn't the slightest bit true.
And of course number one on my list is not to lie.
And how dare I break that rule,
By lying to myself, telling me that I don't want you.

As the Summer died, gasping out His final breath.
Winter takes Her hold on me.
Two aspects of my soul, fighting for the spotlight.

Because where he was warm and wild,
She is cool and gentle.
And where he loved me in the moonlight,
She'll love me in the sun.

The way her hand cradles my heart,
As though it was a hawk with a broken wing.
Something fierce and crippled.
Makes the tip tapping grow a little more each day.

Feel Alone. (10.24.14)

Do you feel alone?

You’re scared and breathless,

If they looked they’d see tears.

If they looked they’d see scars.

You’ve been running and your heart stops.

You’re lungs can’t inflate anymore, they’ve popped.

How many ghosts did you make along the way?

How many times did you choose to run away?

Animated hand’s and wild eyes,

They’re discussing your demise.

They know you’re pointless, and you do too.

So you just let it happen to you.

Your face feels flush, a stinging blush

And they won’t look at you.

You implode.

A time bomb, been ticking since the day you were born.

You push away,

You got attached this time

You don’t want to commit to this crime.

As they walk away you beg them

“Take what’s mine.”

This time you want them to,

Leave you behind.

To carry a little piece of you.