I give you everything I can
I spend every minute awake thinking
Thinking of you
You and I
The memories
The longing

I gave you my song
As imperfect as it is
Yet straight from my heart
Want to give you what others can't

The clouds over your thoughts
Are scaring me every day
I can only fight to prove my love
I can not make you believe

But I want to go back
Back to those careless nights
When the autumn wind kissed you
And I did like the wind
With a view over the city
But only eyes for you

I wish myself back to the island
Back in your arms
Back where I know you felt safe
Back where you knew my words were sincere
Back to my only happy moment in many, many months
Maybe even years

no one ever told me,
that the butterflies in your stomach,
could stab at you like knives
carving out your insides while,
you sit in silence as you feel the hole
deepening.
stretch.
no one ever told me,
that the butterflies in your stomach,
could feel like gunshots,
from the inside out.

Maybe I won't survive, but that is okay for,
*Egal, wo wir morgen sind!

Those scars.
Those cuts on your wrist.
They show the pain you've felt.
They tell stories of the past.
Of a time not so long ago.
Times of terror and struggle.
Times of great pain.
But for every dark side there is a light.
Those stories of sorrow are rewritten.
With one single kiss of my lips.
For each kiss I rewrite those stories.
The ones of us.
Tales of beauty and passion.
Tales of love and peace.
I'll always be there sitting and cutting my hands on the broken glass of her heart that shatters when she runs that razor on her wrist.
But thats okay.
Because in the end that heart will have my name written across it.
Because Im the one who is there to pick up the pieces.
This is not a poem of sorrow.
Not pain.
Not sadness.
But a poem of promise and love.
A poem to make the pain go away.
Darling I promise, I swear.
Darling, you'll be okay.

I hadn't realized
The aching emptiness
He left
In my Life
Until the knock came
On the Front
Door.

The comfort
Of him existing
Was enough
It was
So much
Because I
Didn't have to worry.

He's never needed
Me to hold him close
To make things okay
Though if he does
He knows
Where
I am.
I will not
Deny him
And, in truth,
Hope the day comes
When he asks.

It doesn't hurt
That I can't
Have
Him, I suppose
Though it can't be denied
I do remember
The softness
Of
Those lips.

I need the comfort
Of knowing
He exists
More Often.

"er" was the message i was sent
after i had poured my heart out
i didnt even know what "er" meant
it did however, strengthen my doubt

maybe im just worrying too much
or maybe my thoughts are true
we used to talk of our plans together and such
but now i hardly speak to you

somethings changed
youre different now
its like the old you has been rearranged
all i can think is why and how?

how could you go from caring and sweet
to ignoring me hours on end
its like youve pressed delete
you were supposed to be more than a friend

i guess what im trying to get across
is unless the old you plans to come back
please dont let our paths cross
my hearts already been filled with black

~E.Y