He tied the knot, but this wasn't done at the altar.
Hung himself out to dry, though he could never fault her.
Paraphrasing something so sacred doesn't keep you warm.
Teetering crooked floorboards, dictating the noose that's formed.
A deity could never die no matter how many times he hangs his head.
But you were never holy disappearing with the dead.

There was always light.
But they called her a black hole for a reason.
No one could fill it.
Drawn in to drown in her existence.
The constellation that mapped out your last adventure.
They only knew what they saw from a distance.
The plan but not the actual destination.
Home was never shelter, never a place.
It was acknowledging who you are.
And loving its entirety.
It's something you make for yourself.

Broken windows
and opened doors.
Chipped paint
and faulty floors.
A rusted ****
and restless yellow.
A shadows moment
in an empty hello.
A different view
hidden corners.
A little light
from too nice of a foreigner.
A promise here
forgotten there.
The damsel in distress.
Beware.

I've seen them come
I've seen them go.
The aftermath
of a heartless show.
They're steps ahead
while you're steps behind.
Their echoing footsteps
your peace of mind.
Rewind, rewind,
rewind, repeat.
Eventually
you're alone with defeat.
Unless you change
your way of thought.
And learn self love
is where love is taught.

The horizon above the concrete grid
a hardened trail of an upward fleet.
The snow that starves the Earth of green
and leaves left crumbled beneath our feet.
Will our paths ever cross?
Will they ever meet?
You've never seen these stairs
You don't know where to greet.
Type.
Delete.
Type.
Delete.
Type:
Retreat.

I counted sheep but they stopped flocking
the stars flickering I connect the dots.
My own demise and it's not shocking
all these plans but no said plot.

A few heavy notches later
and the headboard comes crashing down.
Between the sheets and clutter
a bit of clarity was found.

A twinkle in an eye at large
but never stays for more than a minute.
A fella' thinking he's in charge
but he's not, I never finish.

i have found myself on auto-pilot
there's nothing i have to do
or i could
i could be anybody
doing anything or
i don't have to do anything i should

it's a dangerous game
these risks surely not worth the weigh
yet i know the rules
i'm good at it
i know how to get away

and that's just the start
not even the scariest part

so reckless
so purposeful
so damaging in any light
i press forward without thought
who cares what is your wrong
or what is your right

i'm making mistakes
i'm ******* up on purpose
it's all i could do
to change my entire apparatus
i'm somebody
and yet nobody
at least that anyone is to admire
i'm just me and today
i have no problem playing with fire

Look at me,

Tell me what you see

I have 2 identities.

Which is hard to see.To my friends and family, I’m a different me. I have a secret identity,

Which may not describe me.

The secret identity that I have is deep inside my soul which is hard to find. I’m still searching hoping that I will find the complete me. Myself and I.