Insanity.
Creeps around your mind slowly before it takes you under.
When your eyes finally flutter open, the world is a black and white blur.
Except for that one pair of striking eyes that made you insane in the first place.
Except for that one song, that always makes you think of them.
And you want the music to stop, but if fills your head.
And you can't help,
But dance alone.
In a padded room.

I remember spending lazy afternoons
With you in my arms.
Trying to suppress my smile as I watched
You mouth every single word perfectly
As we watched
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I was to busy watching your perfect pink lips to notice
You
Slowly slipping away from
Me.
Until one day you were just gone
And it was my own shaking arms that were holding
Me
And I was wording the dialogue, tasting the salty tears on my lips
Without You.

One little pill is all it takes.
To lift you up and out of the numb.
Flys you high and makes you forget about the scars that cover you inside and out.
But only for a second.
One little pill is all it takes.
To drop you ******* your ***.
Leave you scrambling for your next lithium fix.
Feeling even less alive than you were before.
For the rest of your life.
One little pill.

The word love, is overused.
Abused.
And when the words tumble carelessly out of your mouth,
It scars.

Beauty,
Is a sure fire way to give you a good kick in the ***.
To remind you that you ARE alive.
And not to just recognize that, but to love and respect it.

Beauty,
Is found everywhere.
Whether you find it in rocky creeks, watching the sun dip behind the mountains,
feeling and hearing the rush of water beneath your feet.
Or in the arch of her eyebrows,
when she gazes at you with emerald pools.

And even when you feel like a beast,
Beauty is there.
To remind you that you are loved.....