nobody wants to hear my cries,
or the whispers of my aching heart,
I hope that maybe soon my heart dies,
so I no longer have to carry the guilt of things that I have not done,
I wait for the day I don't have to care,
can flea from every issue,
faster than a cheetah can even dream to run,
but even when my brain repeats,
like a broken record of all the things that once went wrong,
I wipe my own tears in the car's backseat,
because nothing in life is ever that significant,
or never should be, to me anyway,
but unfortunately you were truly magnificent.

I miss your warmth,
but not only the physical warmth,
that boil under your skin,
like it was made to warm me in cool nights,
but the warm thing your smile,
in the words you spoke to me, too,
but I'm not supposed to miss your warmth,
since you are the one to catch me fire

My scars re-open,
Every time I hear your name,
I wish that they would just heal.

You told me you missed me,
but that was a lie,
because the only thing you missed,
was the ability to play with my mind.

Do you ever look in the mirror,
and your eyes magnetize to the piercing,
on the right side of your nose,
and remind you,
that we got them together?
(i do.)

Your eyes speak to me,
Whisperings of lust,
I view the tragedy,
With my love fufilled eyes.