the softest flower falls;

i wish i could tell you that i loved you just to gauge a reaction out of you your half-hearted flirting and incessant friendliness seem to throw me off guard and allow me to drift deeper within the blanket statement of saying i love you i wish i could tell you that i loved you just to see your face fall and hear you tell me that i'm a good friend a friend you will soon lose as my reveal left your reeling with emotions you never knew existed i wish i could tell you that i loved you because we all die someday and i'm a coward worse than all the rest my only wish to die knowing that i loved and that love was known

if love be the death of me let it be drafted by your hands if love brings the end of me let your essence be my downfall

you look at me like i am the sun but there are millions of stars in the galaxy and i am left to question if you gaze at all those bodies of light with quite as much wonder

I wanted to kiss you one last time Just to feel the way that You move against me The push and pull of love But with your piercing cold eyes upon me I feel the will to kiss you leave me soul For there is no passion in your sight No love within your gaze Rather it’s replaced by something foreign Something abstract Fear, mixed with doubt and rage Where did I lose you along the way? And is it possible to kiss you once more? And do I even want to?

I will cut your heart to pieces And watch them scatter on the floor For what was once a great love Is with my own no more I will rip your heart from your body And hold it still beating in my hand Nothing is more cruel than a lost love In the wind like scattering sand I will clench your heart within my fist And watch it slow it's beats For killing you, my love Will be the greatest of my feats I swear to you this, love And I will tell you no more lies I will stab you in the heart As I stare you in the eyes

old habits die hard and nothing dies harder then the way my breath catches when you walk into the room

i don’t believe in love at first sight but when your red hair came into view and your freckles jumped out at me with the force of a tiger i found myself falling deeply deeply into something perhaps it is love or perhaps it's the idea of love i love the idea of laying with you on a sunlit bed carding my fingers through your hair i love the idea of smiling with you and feeling a sense of warmth in your presence i don’t know if i love you but my heart has been affected by you and the world seems to call it love i’ll just call it you

Nothing good ever died slowly They died in pain and anguish So why should your innocence Be any different

i cut my hair with safety scissors and let the blade glide across the newly magenta-ed strands the bangs fall into place i was told at a young age that i was suppose to cover myself up like a curtain holding back a treasured gift or valued prize shield yourself from the world so they may not take away your value i bare a shred of resemblance of my old self as i look into the mirror truly like a fog has drifted over my being covering what once was there but what they don’t know about me keeping myself covered both physically and in the metaphorical sense is the darkness that resides within me that i keep behind the blinds these curtains hold more than treasures they hold the hardships of a million life times and the sorrow of a thousand men the world cannot snuff out the light within my eyes for i never had a light to begin with

Death and destruction leaves A wake wherever you go And I will follow the trail of Dead leaves and graves To find my way back to you

death and destruction seems to radiate from your being and all that are too close to your radius seem to be caught in the crossfires of what you give off into the world you were a ball of abuse stories and long time hurting to the point where nothing could break the impenetrable shell that you built around yourself in your own head for your own good nothing good can come from this world that made you this way but perhaps i can reach your warm and vibrant heart because i know in the dead of the night it still beats in time with mine

the drops of rain fell heavy on the window panes as i felt the tears make their way across my cheeks hot streaked tears on a cold pale face and all that i’ve to say for the matter is that you’re in a better place we both know that’s not true afterlives were for children like fairy tales you are here with me lying on a table with a cloth over your face and a stab wound in your chest and i am sat here across from you a piece of my heart missing without you and a desire to destroy that i had urged so deeply to repress ‘how do you make a monster? you kill something they love’ well baby you were the only thing in life worth loving and i’m a monster now because of it

the smoking city smells like ash and everything bad in this world that reminds me of you a ghost of your memory is all that is left while i’m here standing rule over my kingdom and they say only the great die young but you had aspirations of greatness perhaps that is why you also had aspirations of death

She loved me the way that the ocean loves the sand That it beats beneath its waves each time the tide comes in She loved me unabashedly and loudly but the way that a Bird loves a tree that it takes nest in, slowly gathering sticks and Debris to make it more inhabitable for themselves She loved me fully and she loved me with all of her heart But the way she loved me left me broken and rearranged To a point unrecognizable And all that was left of me Was sand And sticks

The date wasn’t important What mattered was the way the ash fell To the ground like snow and all around us The fires blazed throughout the city Bridges collapsed like lungs of a smoker As that very same smoke wrapped Fingers around your throat threatening To squeeze, you never lived to please No, destruction was more your nature And in that nature came death, a sort of Death that left the whole world screaming Like the souls of the damned from Hell itself, you lived for the pain of one More day as the embers seemed To fade away, you looked at me with A twisted smile and said the thing You always seem to say, it only Takes one bad day

Take the gun and load it You’ve never shot one before But you’ve used a knive In the dead of the night Outside her house as you killed her lover Letting his body drop to the ground like The first snowfall Slowly and gracefully Put the gun in your belt and strap it You intend to use it tonight On he who has forsaken you For killing the one you love Well the second one you loved After the one that you killed like The slaughtering of a lamb The taking of grace The gun goes hot And he goes still Splashing in the water You wanted him to suffer But it's you who has The hot tears on Your cold face