beastly beauty
where does your outer beauty meet the one within?
that's the exact point i'd like to get lost in.
lead me on.
guide the way.
i'm right behind you....
because i'm dying to know,
Abysm
always asked for the minimum but i was given nothing.
yet, i still searched for more in an abyss of nothing.
because you could of been someone's everything.. and that someone could of been me.
i wanted it to be me.
still trying to convince myself that you aren't the one for me.
and the more i see, the easier it seems.
because nothing adds up.
no, nothing adds up.
your only consistencies are still inconsistencies.
it takes just as much energy to be direct than it does to not be.
you'd think by now you'd know.
yeah, i'd think by now you'd know.
but no, so we just end up right back where we started...
still using the same strategies and hoping for a different ending.
and i'm still searching for the easy way out.
but it's like searching for something to grab on to in an abyss of nothing.
i dove in too deep.
and i'm the only one who could save me.
it's hard to speak when i'm steady trying to swim ashore.
half the time you're busy chasing dreams, and watering the roots of your social promiscuity.
forgive my lack of acknowledgement, or actually don't.
i've taken my liberties to ignore the things you've taken the liberty to make yours.
so much for credit where it's due...
seems like mine is forever overdue.
what sense does it make?
to follow someone you don't follow...
to not have the liberty to like a photo of someone you admire...
none, what so ever.
still searching, but there's nothing to grab on to in an abyss of nothing.
there's nothing.
not even you.
Night Time
i bought this journal to write in when i find myself up at night and unable to sleep...
i've written five entries so far, and they all end the same way they begin: you.
was i too open?
was i too proud?
was i too loud?
was i too giving?
was i too needing?
was i too fast?
or, was it even me? perhaps it was you? but that's irrelevant now that there's no us.
is it, for the best or for the worst?
who knows...
the only thing i'll ever know is that i never really knew or will know.
and it feels like... laying your hands on the last copy of a great book, and it's the last one left in the world, and you're forced to watch it burn, page by page, before you get to finish it.
and then you have to make up the ending in your head... and be content with it.. but you're forever forced to deal with the, "what if?".
what if?.
i have pages full of what if's ...
and the what if's are what keep me up at night.
i'm up tonight.
Give Me You
give me you. give me you raw and unfiltered. you in all your explicitness, and no, don't touch up your edges. those edges... your edges cut me like glass... and i've drank glass after glass, but your taste i can't wash down... see i drank you like the antidote, but you turned out to be the poison.. you're going to be the death of me.. guess it's only fair; cause you brought life to me... now you have me talking like i lost it, but in reality i just found it. "what are you on?". i'm on you. you. you. you.
Love Games
"How deep are those eyes?”
“How long are those legs?”
“Long enough to run through your mind.”
“Deep enough to pierce through your soul.”
Well then, Touché.
You are cold as ice, but you keep me warm.
… Remind me again,
Why do we play these love games?
Have you ever stopped to think that we don’t have to be opponents, we can be equals.
(Of course not)
You rather play these love games.
Go ahead and deal the cards....
I keep my poker face, but what good is that when my heart's on my sleeve?
I have a handful of aces, but I play the joker.
There's no playing for keeps with you....
No, there's no playing for keeps with you....
But I still play.
Because I was dealt a good hand...
and for every fragment of your heart you chip in, i'll remove one article of clothing.
Oh, these love games, we plays for high stakes.