MUSINGS.

betrayal on your lips, blood on my blade

                                                    sometimes home is in people.

            to me, you are everything

                                                          i miss who we used to be.

                the s p a c e between us is so cold.                 when did we become like this—like strangers?

     i will FIGHT until my last breath, and you better pray i stay down.

                     our sadness comes with the night, and perhaps our hearts grow several shades darker too. among the quiet, we reminisce of things lost.

                                                    { I’ll be your nightmare.

                  we’re not b r o k e n, just a little lost.                    perhaps the next life will be kinder.                                     you deserve that.

                                  i’m the one you should be afraid of.

                                                you are doing your best. i promise.

                                       I am the memory you’ll never erase.

                  i would fold a thousand paper cranes                                        just to see you again