Merry Christmas to all of those who roam this Earth
Merry Christmas to those who tell me I shouldn't be forcing a holiday upon someone
Merry Christmas to all of those people who realize it's the thought of something good that counts
Christmas is a special holiday for many,
Most certainly for the children,
I hope those adults out there don't have to spend it alone,
And I hope those kids have all kinds of marvelous gifts.
I'll surely be sipping on my favorite drink and reminiscing of a dream lost in vain,
But I just like the calm.
Once again, Merry Christmas.

I once tried to get drunk off of hand sanitizer
On a bad night when I yelled at you
After you seemed to fall asleep
But I think it was the night you relapsed

How else would I know
How Purell tastes?

She told me she would wait-
She told me she would wait for me.

I've been wondering this whole time-
I've been wondering this whole time, why she didn't wait?

Turns out,
She did wait.

She waited until my lowest of lows,
To take me even lower.

I've told myself over and over,
That if she would just come back, I'd forgive her.

But she wrecked me, after I was wrecked.
She waited until the perfect moment, to wreck me.

She threw buckets of thermite
On my already burning, mangled car.

I guess she just wanted to make sure
There was nothing left.

Nothing left to come back to.

And she's better now. She's happy where she's at.
She can't see me, anymore.

I check my inbox every 10 minutes
For your replies
And when I see the notification
I have a heart attack

But I loved you
I still do love you
But I'm not allowed
And frankly, I'm scared shitless by you.

I've caught myself standing in the rain with paper dreams of you.
I try to sprint through puddles, but I'm in concrete shoes.
Burdened by the sun, she hides her shame of me.
Clouds cover her warmth, she hides her shame of me.
Droplets resemble needles to the tender heart.
Thunder rumbles along with that blackened spark.
Cleanse my soul and set me free.
The sun, she hides her shame of me.

i think of his smile
and all his intensities
his anger, his love
he gets the best of me

his complexity is beautiful
his intelligence is ****
his flow of passion and ideas
caress me
and so does he

he treats me like a butterfly
something so rare
delicate
and marvelous

together we form some sort of metamorphosis
our balance so dependent on each other
we bring out the beauty
and disaster
found in the truth of us

Full and empty, is what I am.
Full of feelings, but empty space
You occupied my heart...gave it new life
Then tore the wallpaper right off the walls

Full of anxiety
I can not breathe
The room is spinning, and I didn't do anything this evening
It's going to be long night

Maybe I should check into a hospital