My heart is a withered rose
Tainted, yet beautiful at its most
In these deep poisoned veins of its colorful petals
it seems to lack its most thickest metals
Once in a while, another petal falls to the ground
and inside me, another part of me dies without a sound
no tears, no thorns, no leaves, just dark red veins
petal after petal,
petal after petal
until I've shed everything down to a cold, numb hateful fist.

I found you,
I loved you,
now I am numb
I made love to you,
I shared my world with you,
but now, what we have is so cumbersome
I found you,
I loved you,
but with each kiss I lost a part of me
I kissed you,
I embraced you,
but now I'm a deteriorated personality
The easy way out is to stay with you,
to lose you would be exile from half of my family
Stay with you, live a life not of my own...too simple?
I refuse to stay with you, in this cumbersome middle

I was one too.
Taking pleasure in pains of the
Past; addicted nearly, to the
Pity and attention
Of others.

Now I keep it locked away.
Private pearls of an adventure life,
Wounds long healed;
Faded scars. My smiles now deserved.
I wish the same contentment

To all those others, the
Happy unhappy. Who can only
Recognize themselves
In broken
Mirrors.

Peoples' hearts get stolen all the time
kidnapped lovers, a legal crime..
the answer of a triangle,
a geometrical shape..now turned into just a line
I wonder if the erase marks from the missing points will heal
A favorite musician of mine once said
"Time doesn't heal, no.. not at all",
Time, its truth won't conceal.

I called you into the sea
so you can swim under the stars with me
In the water we swim,
skin on skin
My love, I'm afraid I've devoured you whole
You're in my clenched jaw now
You're unaware of my teeth
Can you tell me how?
How do you not know?
I'm a parasitic, heart throb..
The darkest part of me,
is where my life went wrong.

What is reminiscing?
Is it thoughtful, memory-filled wishing?
Is it toxic to one's mind?
Is it safe-zoned distancing?
Two paths to look upon..
one of the past, one of the future
Both with pointed signs
Can't the two just blend,
and make everyone happy, in this world of mine?

What is reminiscing?
Is it a fatal, mind-boggling blow?
To me, it's daydreaming of the past..
and imagining yourself with the things you still don't quite know

it's 6:30 in the morning,
I know you are asleep
I'm headed off to work,
another day's pay, to keep
I dreamed of you last night, and the night before
as I lay next to him...now, he's a stranger at my door
Memories of vanilla steam come in and out of my head
When the day is done, I come back home,
to a stranger in my bed.
Vanilla steam, strawberries and cream,
that once lingered in a kiss
orange popsicle-memory on my tongue,
what simple joys, I miss.