I am self destructive when I carve stories on my legs.

Just a violent, selfish machine running strictly on no sleep.

My world is burning down around me like a house soaked in kerosene.

Yet I will go on and manage to conceal each and every scream.

I would say winter wasn't my month but then again neither was summer, fall, or spring.

Your voice shattered and shook me, tore my trust in two, and destroyed the life I thought I had knew.

The smoke from your cigarettes penetrated my lungs, soiled my skin, and instilled disgust.

I fell like ashes at your feet while the words you said to me filled my brain and my heart.

Your skin once home to a person I used to love, now disguising a man I can no longer trust.

Hiding behind your lack of values and bad decisions, blaming me for everything you never did.

I will not be knocked down or discouraged and I will not fight this war you have started.

We may share the same blood, but I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be you.

Please wake up, comfort me, and keep me safe from all these bad dreams.

It's hard to sleep beneath these sheets and I could really use some company.

You're a thousand miles away from me, all the way across the sea, and I can barely breathe knowing you can't save me.

I haven't gotten any sleep, yet you manage to dream so peacefully.

Please wake up and rescue me.

He is without a doubt
my favorite today and
certainly my most
purposeful tomorrow.

Loving him is timeless,
but being his is everything..

He is poignant daydreams and stains on my favorite white dress.