Cry mercy of a wretched thing Time-tailored, sewed beneath my skin Plead fallacy: that old defence Wanting, needing ignoranceRenewed and reborn Youthful squander is a blessing Wasted on the young but still It bares no thought, no second guessing Put me back there now I've learned my lessonI'll shine like no other. I'll not look or hear again That evil trauma I had craved Replace my spoiled pal...

It is in your narcissistic natureTo tell me that you triedAnd that you were a great friendAnd that you are flawlessI used to swallow your poisoned liesYou made me believe that I needed youI dont.I stopped caring,I stopped loving,I stopped trusting,But only you.I know what is real.I know what a friend is.Someone who helps me growEncouragement and support Truth and trustYou gave me nothing but re...

Well Intentioned Miscalculation for what it’s worth i put in my two cents on your behalf to spare you the struggle with the all too familiar snide laughs but I’ll be damned if ignorant judgment didn’t once again play it’s cruel part because I allowed my emotions to cloud my vision rattle my heart for it all to implode before it even had a cold chance in hell giving you, me and them one more sta...

Deep night,and crisp,black velvetdusted with the lightof a thousand stars.I find a home for myselfin the steady rhythmof your heartbeat.But I am a squatter,waiting to be found,looking for the eviction noticenailed to my heart.I am a thief,stealing kissesand momentsthat I pretend are mine.In the darkness,there is only you.And my sins forgivenin the small notesand quiet spacesbetween apologies a...

What pains the soul more,Divorce or annulment?The ending of something goodOr the realizationThat there was never something good to begin with?Both have an aura of finality,The cruel gentleness of a sudden goodbyeEven if it had been brewing for agesBeneath forced smiles.You don’t know who they are anymore,Or is it that you don’t know your own self?Reaching backwards for answers you never possess...

Why am I pulling over,what’s the point in being here?Punched my mirror incuz he didn’t like my hairnow there’sglass in my car(all in the rolla)ther...

Why am I pulling over,what’s the point in being here?Punched my mirror incuz he didn’t like my hairnow there’sglass in my car(all in the Rolla)there’s glass in my hair.But mom I am a rich man... I’m trynaget like Cher.You're so embarrassingyeahyou love when people stare.Now i’m seeing stars(so many stars)there’s glass in my chair. What’s going on? Who would ever believe her?Still gonna leaveif ...