Or so they sayWhen winter turns to springit smells like fresh airand the beautiful flowers come back in MayOr so they say.When summer turns to fallthe taste of bitter cold falls on your tongueand the leaves layOr so they say.But all I can seeis how you left mein falland how spring is the worst of all.Now I'm just a fighterA fighter in loveFighting for the love we once called foreverBut could now be a never.The old Victorian house on the hillswith the 3 little kids and dognow seems out of reach.We used to be dreamersbut the dreams fell like shattered glassthat's stabbing into our toes.Trying to pick up the piecesbut we realized too latethat some things must remain brokenfor it to finally become okay.
The saddest thingI loved you,Now I'm indifferent.
On my Last breathTo remember the pain, and still crave the joyTo understand the hardships and want to try anywayIs this what love is?Was, I should say,Because I got scared, I didn't know how to handle this strange new thingAnd I ran, unable to stay, to feelSo now I'm lonely again, and I still remember our last words.Anger, pain and hurt in your eyes,Words meant to cut and burn,But I still remember the light in your eyesAnd when I wake up alone it will be to thoughts of youAnd your name on my last breath
I've become the wolfI know now that I've become the wolf. To be a creator is to be alone and to realize that as someone who is alone, you are part of the whole of humanity. Both as individuals and as a species we are alone. And so we create, we created words and concepts like "Family", "Community" and "Brotherhood" in a vain hope that by rubbing two sounds together we could make a fire that would light the universe and signal to any other life out there that we exist. But no other life appears. As a human, as a soul inside of a mind inside of a body inside of reality, I can no more know you or touch you or conceive you than a tree can give birth to a rock. Reality is limited or unlimited by your perception of it, and it's this perception that divides us. Our experience, our opinions and our personalities will always divide brother against brother regardless of how well we understand why or how someone percieves as they do. So if the way you see me is a lie, or the way I portray myself is a lie, is that mo
Him and HerHimI was born in 1994.I was your boyfriend.I was someone who you loved.But I didn’t love you back.I was your first kiss.Your first love.Your first many things.But that didn’t matter because I lied.I knew that it would end the way it did.And I knew you’d end up hurt.But I still did it, because I thought it would be best foryou.And for that, I hope you understand that it isn’t your fault.Don’t be so nice.Find someone who actually cares.Try to forget me.Even though I know you won’t. HerI was born in 1996.I was your girlfriend.I was someone you used.You didn’t want me as your girlfriend.I was your first kiss.Your first girlfriend.Your first many things.But that didn’t matter to you.You only wanted someone to pay attention to you.Someone who would undoubtingly be a fall back if you didn’tget what you wanted.I loved you for wh
I see who you are nowYour smile,like the Cheshire cat's,holds deep secrets that no one can unlock.Your eyes,are as dark and chillingas black ice.Your lies,are carefully worded and wovenlike the smoothest velvet.Your kiss is empty.Your heart is stone.Your soul has vanished.And your love is nothing. You are nothing.I remind myself, 'You mean nothing to me.You are nothing to me.' But things manage to slip,to get in the way.If only memories could be destroyed,if only love didn't get in the way. You are nothing. If only your mark didn't stain my heart,If only your promises didn't run so deep. Nothing.. If only I could forget your smile.. You are.. Forget your kiss.. You are.. You are.. If only I didn't love you still.. You are..
TransformationShe has a morning ritual,and it's not just the usualbrushing her hair and teeth,and applying layers of makeup.Actually, she doesn't wear makeup.She does were a bind, though,to get rid of her chest.So her morning ritualtransforms her into him.No one at school knows of this.It was when he transferred schoolsthat he started dressing this way.His family doesn't approve,but nor do they say anything.Then he always turns downany invitations to hang out,because he doesn't want to take any chancesof people finding out the truth;he's not ready for that yet.So she will continue to just be him to them.He tried doing this at his last school,but it hadn't been acceptedby his fellow classmatesThey were disrespectful towards him,not approving of who he truly was.Even his friends refused to believethat she actually felt like he,and they just began to ignore him.He chose to let that part go.He knew they didn't understand.He was born as she,but that's not how he felt,no ma
BreastpocketWhen I woke up I was an orphan,But for you I was a prince in white,Broken glass scattered like sugar on the ashphalt,Four lovers in a country-house and I'm still sleeping alone.And I'm still running for a train I'll never catch,To come home to you while you're gone.Still searching for something beneath your breastpocket,Maybe I could make your heartbeat pound again.Like it did in winter a decade ago, or more.I saw you in her one eye every night for thirty days,A courtesan bought for a century's wages.She was a gift I gave to you for myself,Before you ever lied about your love,On nights when I slept,And reached my hand out to you,As though anything could bridge the distance.
The World in ColourI looked out of the corner of my eye,I saw a pebble,Reflecting a thousand colours of the world.I saw the reflection in myself,And I saw the answer in the world.I saw the answer to my question,I saw the question that I never noticed before.The sky melted into the ashphault that day,The streets streaked with technicolour slick,The ethereal discharge of heaven's eye.I looked into that eye,That eye in the sky above me,And I saw the colors of the world.I saw the streetcorners,I saw the cafes,I saw the slums and the palaces,I saw the lovers and the fighters,Some who hadn't made up their minds yet.I saw war, and peace,I saw silence and tumult,I saw kisses and blows,I saw loneliness and suffocation,I saw freedom and misdirection,If there's a difference.I looked deep into the pool of the rainbow,I saw him, and her, I saw them,I saw families and friends and lovers,I saw words and hands and caresses,I saw the cycles that turn,I saw the comings and goings of the world.
one for the memories...You made me realeven though I live half a lifeand half a lie.Like a shadowfallen in love with the sunneither one can exist without the otherand yet they can never truly be together.I am of darkness and you of lightas I stand alone in this silent fight.If love and hate are the best of friendsthen it makes sense where this will end...