Cheers to the mirror cracked and unkind
to the hunger that pampered comfort into my mind

cheers to the days when fullness felt like sin
when the emptiness begged and I let it in

cheers to the scars on my skin
ones I wish could fade
only to return
tied to my fate

why is it bittersweet
when you wander in my mind
since you sent me your eyes in a frame,
a moment in time, forever confined

you stared ahead , lost in the view
and I wished it was me you were looking through

so hollow and deep , it pulled me near
blurring my sight , dissolving my fear
my world grew smaller, my mind went still
a warmth that burned , yet gave me a thrill

I fear if your gaze ever met mine,
you'd swallow me whole - and I'd think it was divine

I felt a need, you were the muse
a hunger too strong to refuse
it craved you, it stripped you
urging me to taste you
to devour your flesh
to consume you whole, leaving no crumbs

tingling drops of love escaped
begging for us to be near, for us to merge
making us complete

I let my tongue unravel the truth
heavy honeyed words dripped

but sweetness quickly turned bitter,
stinging my sight
drenching my cheeks in guilt, in fright
my love once pure , had rotten to filth

I prayed your eyes would shut there blinds
that your ears would fly , leaving my murmurs behind

I wished death would take you away,
if you ever knew what love made me do

I can feel it ,
another story that's about to end

I got comfortable and again gave too much,
then felt like to you my worth was nothing-
but a one night of fun

or was it my mind playing tricks?
always the same, fooling me more than once

and what's sad , is that I already know what's about to come
but I'll drag it out ,
just to prove myself right
that in the end, I was never worth the fight

Days, hours and minutes pass
I count them, waiting for them to amass
my mind wanders around, believing in what could be
it crafted you in a fantasy
blinding me from what I didn't want to see
waiting for it to be pure, to be true
to reflect every dream I wished to get through
but do you count the days as well?
do I even ring your bell?
or is it quite instead?
unlike mine-always disturbed by your knocks
I stand there peeking
a blush sneaking
I smile, and wait still
to open when I know you will

I wish for my life to be a marathon
Not to win, not to lose
But to always keep running

Whatever happens, whatever I find
If I trip or fall, break a leg or an arm
I wish to get up and keep running

Not to reach a Finish line
But to smile along the road
And to encounter everything I wished for.

I always knew of a place
a place where I've never been

where your laughter echoes
breaking glass and tickling skin

the air laced with your perfume,
the moisture of your skin

overwhelming my senses with a fog,
my eyes with sin

there ,the nights are sovereign
cold wind carries whispered words
shaping them into chant and hymn

so grant me your hands
give me a chance
let me feel what they've sworn upon
in the place where I've never stepped on

when sadness is a lesson
so you learn and accept
                                                           
and when happiness is a blessing
stuffing a radiant energy within

when all you have is nostalgia
you become glad , wishing you could have it back

when you love
you worship something other than god

and when your heart aches
echoes of the past linger in all its chambers  

a core full of people
full of memories
full of life

I'm a simple chair ,
I'll hold the pressure of what you wear

I'm a simple chair ,
I hold your weight , yet you're unaware

I wait for your return ,
my purpose fades beneath your spurn

weight me down with what you hold ,
ill break down from all I've been told

I'm a simple chair ,
one day you'll leave me - beyond repair

Oh cruel world, bring me a witch
with an ancient cap and a magic trick
who has seen the unseen, touched the untouched

Oh magic witch
cleanse my soul of this evil being
of this poured poison I never drank
this energy that draws them near
again and again
making me desirable to them and only them
they see me, trap me, torture me
caging me with soft hands that beat my soul behind my back

Oh magic witch
grant me a spell
of youth, of love, and mind-wealth
let beautiful saints be the only ones-
to see me, adore me, to be their breath
make me their breeze, their hush of light
the thought that eats their mind each night

Oh magic witch
have mercy , break this curse
free me from its binds
and grant me this one wish
to be easy to love

The freckles covered her face
Her smile drew lines darker than mine
She sat beside me , giggling and talking about a time
When she was still blooming just as I am right now
When she wanted to climb and dive
And when she played and laughed with people that now aren't but a distant memory
Some of them died some are too busy thinking about what food they should make for tonight
She described youth like a dime that will loose its value and disappear once time fly.
She then looked at me and said, that I'm not blooming the right way
That my petals are opening up too quick,  
And that I'm too focused making them pretty and pink
She fears they'll fall before spring
because to her beauty is strength, and it's root is time
Now I'm confused and afraid
Afraid that time will win the race
That I wouldn't have stories to tell
That I'll lose what I have now all because of fear and doubt
And the absurdity of the youth's mind

historians made it clear
that every moment we lived was dear

that each soul left ripples
shaping the world in ways untold

remembered or not
they had their time, both bold and slight

and just like a fallen fruit that feeds the ground
you too will leave, your echoes profound

Just as I expected
You crossed the Finish line
Just as I thought
I was left as disappointed as I first was
You saw the painting but never the canvas.
You told me you could walk but never tried it
Your tongue poured honey but its taste was rotten
You only wanted what I had, never who I was

Yet you still think you have the right to stand
Call yourself taller, bigger, better
Tell me that I'll never get to your level

But all I think is that you're a coward who's afraid
Afraid of seeing your face , hearing your voice and fighting your rage

You make life dull
And I make it full
Sure I failed to realize before
but now I'm sure

someone trapped in his own cage
will throw away the key
and imprison himself even when free

only you
only your words
can be a dagger that's unseen
the one that cuts me deep
that strips the strength I've built over the years

so tell me mom
how can you demand what you don't give
how can you speak love and throw hate
what's in me that you so despise
what's in me that makes me a target-
to your words, your fist and your rage
you throw your junk at me and expect me to stay quiet?

even after all you do  
my lips are the ones who shape a sorry
then gets buried in my heart
but soon I will suffocate
and soon it will inundate
from the hurt that's been replaced by hope
the hope that someday you'd recognize that I'm already holding a lot
while trying to hold myself
hold you and the rest

sorry but I cant take it
I can't swallow fire and pretend it doesn't burn
I can't bring you joy and hide my sorrow
can't be enough, can't be the best, can't make you smile

know that every scratch you left
makes me question why I'm trying
why I'm going through these trials
while I can cheat my way out,
without a goodbye