Thoughts

Drip drop

The sound of my tears hitting the floor

I have not scored

The rawness of my soul

Makes me numb and old

Damaging the heart again

When two lovers are forced friends

I won't stick around to be there for you

I don't owe you my friendship 

Not my loyalty too

I'm sorry

The words I hear to often

The two words that make up for nothing

I love so deep

That I become weak

Hopeless romantic

No longer a semantic 

Nothing makes sense anymore

Like I said I haven't scored

Survey Says

Opposite of love is hate

I hate that I love you

Or I love to hate you

Many people never experience it

Stuck in their own heads 

Beating themselves up with dread

Many think it's comfortable silence 

Some experience loving violence

A recognition of a counterpart

Making us more resilient 

I don't think anyone truly knows 

Love 

It's powerful 

You choose wrong your destroyed 

You choose right your complete

Crazy how two people meet

Rawness of the soul is my take

Feeling everything is loving

No matter what we are all loved

Some crave the theaters take 

Others keep the reality fake

One day we will all receive

Everything that we perceive 

So until then it's war 

And we have not scored

Above all

Take a deep breath and sit

Your heart and mind telling you to quit

Push aside your devils eyes

Quit focusing on peoples lies

Everyone will try to bring you down

But never take off your crown

Your the writer of your own story

So bring it to it's finishing glory

Tearing through the webs of jealousy

Leaving it dead in a cemetery 

Hovering above like a kite

To drag us into our perfect twilight 

Drunk mistakes

A hand on my chest

I become undressed 

The toxics in my system

Leave me smitten

Your such a gentlemen

At least I thought anyway

But with the last drink

You scoop me with a wink

Take me home 

To come undone

It's hard to be divine

When I'm 3 bottles deep in wine

Not a slight care

You push me down n stare

Finally finishing ur desire

I cry for about two hours 

Why must you do this hun

I thought you were a nice one 

I guess you can't trust a soul

When your left drunk on a stool

The next day I put on a smile

Hiding my sadness for a while 

Only for it to be brought up in the future

To seem like a drunk hooker

But pointing fingers leaves shame

And at one point you wanted this claim

Bouquet of Devotion

My veins sharp as stems

Cutting me to the end

My insides become duds 

Replaced with rose buds

Rapidly growing

They all begin crowing

Walking around as a corpse of love

Vulnerable as a flesh of dove

My emptiness replaced

Thrown out like toxic waste

The only thing curing my sickness 

Is your mental illness

The unhealthy potion we devour

Makes these buds turn into flowers

The beauty behind our darkness

Will leave us heartless

So If we part

It shall turn to art

And a smile will rise

In our own demise 

Wake up

Why do girls I know

Let these boys destroy their soul

Don't they get they'll never change

It's like running in a firing range

You know you'll get shot

But you think one might dodge your spot

The end is always the same

These boys will never change

It only hurts the more you go back 

It's only just another attack

Your always the problem 

It's always your fault 

They are the wound and you are the salt 

It's so unhealthy but you crave the feeling 

You know it's bad but you can't help the stealing 

People witnessing your return

But your not even concerned

We listen to your constant struggle

We can't help your trouble

Your cries are repetitive 

Your relationships are so negative 

People will get over your complaints

Showing you constraint

You are so brilliant

But you look like an idiot

So until then have fun

Because your sanity is surely done 

Void

Separated from skin to skin

Waiting for the win

Why do we continue to suffer

When we can be one with another

Fights escalate 

Then we separate

Do you ever wish to stay

Or are you over this anyway

I wish myself was good enough

This is way to tough

I believe in romance

Doing the dance

Of absolute chaos 

Finishing the final playoff 

When I'll be completed

Or finally defeated

The question remains

Why am I still in pain

When love should fill the void

Instead I am completely destroyed 

Until the next time I meet you

And this starts all over

Till then I'll continue to be a silent rover