i flip through
the kaleidoscope of dreams
that are stored in my head
looking for the one
that generates the minimalist of pain
convincing myself
that if dreams truly come true
this one would produce
the least damage.

What's your lover done to you
Now that your worlds' are changing
She's beating up your head
Baby, where have you gone?
This just isn't you, I need you to know.

And I wonder if that's a good enough excuse
To trample on something we've nourished for so long
To destroy my stems on and on
Or if there's any excuse at all.
Oh, here we go again, here we go...

No one matches up to your dynamite
No matter what you believe
You're the only true friend
I've not got by my side these days
You know what I'm like:
Cynical, sarcastic, sometimes a little contrite
But I need you to know, this isn't my half anymore.
Just show me a little respect before you bring the tyrant around to my door...
Again...

I wonder if there's an excuse
For you to tear my limbs apart
If there's one for bringing me down
Lying on the ground,
Water dripping from my sides
While the world continues to turn.
I don't want to be the one, don't want to feel this hurt -
No excuses, no where to hide.
I need her back by my side, before the night implodes and leaves me alone.
Leaves me dry, again.

You ask me what a true poet is
Do you know what I think?
There´s more to a poet
Than their tears and their ink

There is hope on that paper
With dreams in each word
You love then you hate her
Some letters are blurred

There is passion, there´s comfort
A moment preserved in time
Piece of a heart, piece of a soul
Between every line
All of the thoughts that can´t be defined

There is confusion and tension
Happy and fearful days
Not just paper and pencil
But a whole life on that page

There´s sadness, there´s strength
You live and you die
A poet feels content
But then the ink starts to dry

I wish my mind was a padlock
I wish I gave you the key
So you can see for yourself
What's troubling me
Then you'd see the demons that are set free
Scary monsters, chasing me
My broken heart without defense
My crashing soul in need of help
After you've been there
I'm hoping you'll help
I'm hoping you see I break
And I melt
People say I'm a "*****"
That I'm "cold" and "selfish"
But maybe if I gave you the key...
You'd see what's hurting me.