I hate that you care.
I hate that you do,
because I’m not getting better
anytime soon.
That’s not something I can do.

I hate that you worry.
I hate that you do,
because I can’t take any more worry
just inside this room.
That’s not something I can do.

I hate that you love me.
I hate that you do.
and although I love you,
I’m incredibly afraid
that someday I’ll hurt you.
That’s not something I can do

I hate that you are the only one to fix me
in a world
that just can’t stop breaking.
because emotions are too hard,
feelings too complicated,
and life too scary
when I can’t see my cards,
and I fear that you hate me
for your unique ability
to fix me.
That’s not something I can do.

Living an unhappy
life with fake smiles.


A cowardly way to
avoid your trials.


Much like hiding
behind brick walls.


Your simply not living


at all.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I refuse to accept it’s invitation to it’s welcome embrace,
in which I would suffocate.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I will not join in its catastrophic symphony of darkness
no matter how tempting the sound.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I dare not risk meeting the mute of that gently wrapped bed,
no matter how much I need the sleep.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
Not if it means leaving you.

you've got me
forgetting things,
like the key in my door
and my due homework.
you've got me
seeing things,
like your face
everywhere i go.
you've got me
thinking things,
like what'd it be like
to always have you in my arms.
you've got me going crazy
and it's hilarious
that you don't know a thing,
not a clue whatsoever
what you make me do.

they did say only fools rush in
and i daresay that's true,
because i am no wise man
when i'm in love with you.