What's another tear
Shedding my pain and fear
What's another sigh
My heart learning to die

What's another crack
Just add another shard to the stack
My nearly broken heart
Simply falling apart

What's another road
Follow as I'm told
What's another stain
Just signifys my pain

What's another scar
Just shows who you are
What's another day
Where you refuses to stay

What's another fight
Just like every night
What's another tear
Shedding my pain and fear

Your friend asked me what my tattoo meant
And I had already had a bit to drink so
I wasn't shy when I turned around and explained.
Your eyes had me from that point on, they're amazing
You know, I was mesmerized from the start.

Sure details might be blurred but I will always remember
The way we talked about everything and nothing like
We weren't even strangers and every topic was up for grabs.
We drank and smoked, talked and drank some more until
I wanted to dance with you, I've got this love for music that
Makes me move and alcohol only makes that more intense.

We went inside and the music and bodies moving around us
Became this moment that we couldn't help but get caught up in.
Bodies swaying together against each other and I was swept away,
Lips introduced to each other and hands discovering curves and lines.
We parted that night, filled with the thrill of meeting someone new,
Like there was this idea that maybe we could get to know who we were.

The next night when we sat in the dark out on your roof,
Looking at stars and talking more about anything and everything else,
I felt myself drawn to you, not just the lean in closer and
lay my head on your shoulder kind either. Really drawn to you.
In that way that can scare somebody like me, so obviously I tried to run off.

I've got wings as you found out, it wasn't a joke when I warned I can be flighty.
I get scared easy, and confrontation makes me sick, I don't want to run but I resort to it.
But how perfect that you didn't let me get away, they call it the thrill of the chase I guess,
But through it all- every part of me is happy that I can hold your hand and smile into those
Amazing eyes. I get to kiss you in the morning and hold you at night, and
Even if we blur the details when asked about how we met, I'm glad that together
We've taken hold of that idea that we can get to know who we are.

I am here
I gave my apologies
I tried to be better
I tried to forgive
Maybe i never got a chance
I am sorry again for being that way

But it had been too long
I wasn't getting any younger
I wasn't expecting a present for
Christmas or my birthday
Just a card or a memory to have and keep

I am sorry that i had no way of knowing if you
were still there or if you left
I am sorry for not being patient enough
To say 5 more years just for you

But someone else came
He hugged me, like you never did
He took me and protected me
Like you never did
He saw in me something you
Never saw
He was there waiting for me
And i took my chance and found in him
That i do not have to wait for someone
That someone has to wait for me
And it is up to me to not take long

I am sorry but he was more than you ever were.

Ever heard your voice take a trip mid sentence
And start scrambling eggs,
Ending sentences with verbs,
Mixing Soy sauce with Bacardi
And chasing the laughter down your throat with onions

Cuckolding in the middle of the afternoon
Where violet doesn’t recognize blue
As a hue worthy enough to frolic with the afternoon dew,
And then your brain smiles to your ******

And you choke on a giggle
And wiggle an index finger just a little
And remember black widows
Were once angels who bought into self fulfilling prophecies

Like wearing Armani suits barefoot
And breathing through your skin
Hoping life doesn’t die in your arms
And leave a beautiful corpse
With great stories suffocating inside

And make the subpar ambitions of an unborn child jealous.
Now ever heard a genius cry?
‘cause then you’ve heard an artist cry.
Ever ate pork fried rice on a Sunday afternoon?
‘cause if you have you’ve heard the words of Leviticus cry.

Ever read these written words?
‘cause if you have you’ve heard memories die
And pains scream in alphabets of pleasure—
The universal language of immaculate deception
That sweeps through every tongue in involuntary pneumonia

Like waltzing to the Amen’s of the devil
With oxygen choking your nostrils
And monoxide nodding your fingers to pull the trigger
Of death dancing on the tomb of your destiny

Like how a dose of metamorphosis
And a 1mg of juxtaposition
Is the repertoire of a king of curmudgeon.
But ever heard a musical note?  
Then you’ve heard the story of how joy lost the war of happiness to bitterness.

Ever heard the sound of silence?
Then you’ve heard the face of evil and the thoughts of serenity
Joined at the hip of rock of Gibraltar,
Nodding heads at the gospels of Gothic prophets
Spewing sermons of a perfecter way to word the meaning of love.

Ever heard a Mockingjay sing?
Then you’ve heard the lullabies of suicide,
Like falling from grace from the eyes of your one true love
And landing on the plastic bag made of her silence
Only to wake from the land of death and catch your voice breaking at mid sentence
And mend it with the lies of sunshine that you call your life.

We try to live day by day like nothing is wrong.
We have our arguments when our lives crumble or fall.
We cry all the time behind closed doors.
We cherish the love that binds us when the lights go off
We dream our secrets and live our nightmares
But no matter where we are or how we feel there is no place like home.

How can one fathom
The love in those rooms
In the embrace of the hugs
That literally save lives?

How does one comprehend
This incompatible combination of
Weakness and sentimentality
Of a bad cup of coffee?

How does one understand
The stories and backgrounds
And pain
And sorrow
And happiness
And spirituality
And laughter
And acceptance
Of this truly motley crew?

Unless you have been in their shoes
It may be impossible to completely know
But I’m okay with a glimpse
Into their beautiful world

tell me,
is orange still your favorite color?
i'm just curious,
it's of no relevance

on days like these,
it's hard to act like i've forgotten,
the little things that gave you away