Your words are so beautiful
It's like I know you're lying
But I almost still believe you

These words
are yours for the taking
my thoughts are not mine
you could have them
To copyright them
would make me a thief
Christ's mind is free, so
freely I give the copyrights
too you..

i
am
filled
with to
much, to
late, to keep
from hurting
as you toss me
pain day by day
i still throw it away
i care less about you
so tell me must you try
to always get in my way
day after day week by week
are you so weak must you stay
i'll tell you  your pitaful and weak
that you are a freak and cry and weep
go find a new life get the **** away go play
but yet you still follow are you a stalker a freak
what can i say what can i do all i know is i hate you
i can no longer deal with this **** your driving me crazy
and you think you can win. what it is i don't know nor i care
but i'll tell you what, that life is not fair. keep messing with me
and you better beware because i'll ****  more with your heart then
you can bare. now this is your last warning so don't stop and stare !!

Hey it's me. Uh I was just calling to say I'm sorry
I know it's late and I know I'm an idiot for ever letting you go, but um,
Without you my life has a hole that can't be filled with anything else
The moon smiles at me as the stars dim out
They could never shine as bright as your eyes, but without you they have no reason to glow
At night the darkness is a cloak, it wraps me up trying to offer comfort
But only with you beside me could I ever be warm again
I've become a shell of the boy you once knew
I no longer have a reason to smile, My eyes have lost their glow, My laugh is dry from under use
I know I was never the prince you wanted or the good guy you needed, but things are different now
I'll hold your hand when you get scared, Hold you whether you need it or not, Be your shoulder to cry on
I guess what I want to say is,
*Baby I love you

I had to look up
the word
'dating'
on Urban Dictionary
because I didn't know
what we were,
what we are.

And it said things like
'a socially acceptable
form of prostitution' and
'feelings of
puppy love that usually
dissolve
in a few weeks'.

But this is
not
puppy love.
This is not going to
dissolve or
fizzle out or
whatever,
you're not a
fizzle
you're a *******
fireworks display.

And you turn
everything in my head
into this
multi-coloured
turbulence and
I can't keep up with
how much I
adore you.

But the thing is
I don't know
if your view
is as good as mine.
What if you're
looking at something
a little less
beautiful.

What if I'm your
fizzle.

What if I'm as
temporary
as the flame you use
to light the
cigarettes
you find more
addictive
than my touch.

If that's the case
I'd rather
I left you
craving.

Because
if I'm your flame
you're my
forest fire
and you're burning
it all down until
the only thing left
standing is
you.

And I'll walk for
miles across this
carpet of ashes
just to feel the
softness of your skin
against mine.

And I'll cough
and I'll splutter
on toxic smoke
but you'll just
breathe it in because
you never realised anything
was even
lost.

You don't see me
crawl
you just know that
I'm here,
I'm here
I made it
I'm yours
I'll always be yours
because there's
nothing else
left.

And maybe
I can be
content with that
if only
you will see
that
you could burn down
everything
and I still
wouldn't put you
out.

I do not understand
how my mind desires
to hear your voice audible.
I understand words could
change a mood but a voice
could soothe a soul. I am
know different then any
other guy. Give it some
time, I will be no longer on
your mind. I do not want
to be just another guy.