simply paradise
wherever she is
that is where
I long to be

I know I'm wasting time
Keeping you on my mind
but I don't know what to do
All I can think of is you

There are some things to be said
Everything or about nothing at all
Yet I'd rather go to bed
Than stay up waiting for your call

I look up into the sky
I close my eyes
Trying not to cry
Holding in a sigh

I just want you to be happy
No, I will no longer ask
My hope for you is one day
You'll let your love last

A fistful of time...
Saw the doing and the undoing
of misguided hands.

A fistful of words...
Hurled in exchange,
like expended rounds that
drew more than they should.

A fistful of life...
Taken for granted
and traded in for
forgotten sands.

A fistful of heart...
Wrung dry by familiar digits...
Suffocating still...
Like I knew it would.

No matter what
You have been led to believe
There is no happy ending
To this story.

There is only
The crushing, suffocating reality
That you are not
Were never
Will never
Be even close to good enough.

The. End.

my eyes are raw
and sting
from the constant blotting
of deep
and soulful
resurrections of emotions,

perhaps I would feel better
If I stopped trying to hide them.

I think a lot of thoughts,
At 4am.
And I only ever think of you.