Your blade kisses you like they never did
Your blade marks his love like they never did
Your blade is always there like they never were
Your blade proves you human like they never did
Your blade protects you like they never did
Yet your blade still hurts you like they always did
And your blade still leaves unpleasant memories like they have done too.
Ironic isn't it.
You come to your blade for relief
Yet the results are still the same
Except this time you're in control of the pain  you feel.

Being anonymous means no one knows you.
No one knows your flaws,
Your secrets,
Your mistakes.
You are basically invisible.
I'd like to be invisible for a day.
So no one can judge me,
Or mock me,
Or even mistreat me.
I'd like to be anonymous for a day.
Would you?

you're beautiful-

like a strange instrument
found in the basement of
a stately old manor home

i don't know how you work
but i can try and make sure
you don't fall apart

i will polish your metal
tighten your strings
and worry my nails to the quick

until someone who knows
how to play you just right
can coax out that lost music

i'll miss you
but what were you doing here?
gathering dust?

I can already feel the bullet on the roof of my mouth.
I can taste the metal.
It's just the blood that lingers.
Happenings wear down innocence.
Time withers smiles.
They say everyone grows up eventually,
They keep asking when I will.
I've always wondered why people ask questions they know the answer to.
I guess they need to hear someone else say it.
Maybe it's just not real until someone says it aloud.
Maybe you don't know you love someone until you lose them in a crowd.
I think that's the real test
Do you remember what they were wearing?
Do you remember what they look like?
How much time did you spend today looking at them?
It's funny how little you actually remember about someone.
It's funny how much you do too.
I don't remember my mother's birthday, but I do remember what you were wearing the day I met you.
I remember the way you looked up from your coffee and smiled.
I remember your eyes, and how they reminded me of tall evergreens stretching into eternity.
Anything seemed possible when your lips curled into a smile.
I could conquer the world when you curled into my arms.
Even your sighs sounded like they must have been written by some famous composer.
But I guess that's all just love.