the inches you are away from me
can be measured by miles
there is not enough liquid confidence
in any alcohol that can persuade me to kiss your smiles

your eyes are a promise of heaven
while my hands are proof that hell exists
but in exchange of the taste of your lips
it'll be my pleasure to denounce all my beliefs

Promise me
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
You’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.

Idle spectator.
Day by day as worthless
As calendar paper.

Handshakes cold through a
Sterile window,
How can you

Expect to feel anything, when
Watching your life through
Glass?

I wonder,
If the sunrise ever looks down on our inhabitants,
And holds it's breathe as the beauty of life overwhelms even that of the sky

there is so much going on inside of me
I do not understand it
I wish I was like you
who wouldn't care at all if I subsided
if my trinkets be forgotten,
"That's okay," because life is like that.
"That's okay," that you repeat what you say and then not mean it.
"That's okay," that we squander time like the future won't care to see.
"That's okay," I know our love will die anyway, because life is like that.
Life is like that.
I wish I was as passive as you are.

we like to
kid about
ruining
each other:

because
we know
the potential
is there.

i am not
ready for
you to
wreck me:

but the
potential
is there.

"you win some,
you lose some"
says the boy
who's never lost
one ******* thing
in his ******* life.