Breathing does not come easily when I lie awake at night
knowing all I've dreamed to be is held in your arms,
so tight that it feels like forever truly exists.
Because your words have intentions that tempt me to believe
that love has a purpose, other than to deceive those ignorant enough to fall.
Show me, beyond a reasonable doubt,
that there is meaning to the phrases you utter so sweetly
because you've got me where you want me,
and you're welcome to keep me.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Monday, 11 April 2011
- Afraid to close my eyes.
To Hell with demons,
there's a different type of monster plaguing my past.
He waits until I'm content and then resurrects my pain,
lurking in the shadows; awaiting a chance to strike again.
This evil being finds me in the darkness; my most vulnerable state,
to take advantage of me instead of facing his own mistakes.
Monster, you think I have not noticed your sins?
Drowning the sorrows of spoiling my innocence.
I wish I had the courage to confront you, but I am much too weak,
and in your presence I dare not speak.
Your eyes reveal a reflection of the hurt I've seen countless times,
so out of pity, I'll conceal the suffering I can see in mine.
Monster, you have scarred my virtue more than I know how to describe,
but if you recall what you stole from me that night...
I hope the thoughts eat at you,
and rob you of your precious sleep - as they often do for me.
I hope your body goes numb,
upon realizing what I have become -
as a result of your guilty pleasures.
I can still feel your touch sometimes,
I kick with violence and desperation.
And I swear I still hear your whispers in the silence
"Go back to sleep."
Monster, I am much too weak.
there's a different type of monster plaguing my past.
He waits until I'm content and then resurrects my pain,
lurking in the shadows; awaiting a chance to strike again.
This evil being finds me in the darkness; my most vulnerable state,
to take advantage of me instead of facing his own mistakes.
Monster, you think I have not noticed your sins?
Drowning the sorrows of spoiling my innocence.
I wish I had the courage to confront you, but I am much too weak,
and in your presence I dare not speak.
Your eyes reveal a reflection of the hurt I've seen countless times,
so out of pity, I'll conceal the suffering I can see in mine.
Monster, you have scarred my virtue more than I know how to describe,
but if you recall what you stole from me that night...
I hope the thoughts eat at you,
and rob you of your precious sleep - as they often do for me.
I hope your body goes numb,
upon realizing what I have become -
as a result of your guilty pleasures.
I can still feel your touch sometimes,
I kick with violence and desperation.
And I swear I still hear your whispers in the silence
"Go back to sleep."
Monster, I am much too weak.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
the galaxy is melting.
How does it feel to know you're everything I need?
The butterflies in my stomach, they could bring me to my knees.
Words are useless when this embrace is the only thing holding me together.
My breathing would be in vain if you did not offer such a dramatic change to the way I viewed the world.
I've learned to move forward, and forget about the hurt.
When I stare into your eyes, they break me down.
The emotion within them feels like the only thing I cannot grasp.
The butterflies in my stomach, they could bring me to my knees.
Words are useless when this embrace is the only thing holding me together.
My breathing would be in vain if you did not offer such a dramatic change to the way I viewed the world.
I've learned to move forward, and forget about the hurt.
When I stare into your eyes, they break me down.
The emotion within them feels like the only thing I cannot grasp.
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