Mr

There's something about the abundance of words,

A sort of bliss that seems to float,

The lack of conversation sitting on your tongue,

The silence stiff and still,

Laying on the decision to be happy or sad,

A short description of your company

My love is bottomless,

Ready to take on everything you have to pour,

I'm falling forever deeper,

But I am not scared,

Because we're falling together,

Hand in hand,

Heart to heart,

We put our heads together,

And even in the silence of a nightmare,

We hear eachother.

Swallowed by darkness,

I see you shining like a galaxay in an empty universe,

Through love I see,

With love,

The world is beautiful.

And across a million miles,

Far from touch,

I can feel you,

Your love,

Your warmth,

On the nape of my neck.

Hand in hand,

Heart to heart,

We put our heads together,

And sink as one.

                        All the little feelings.

I’m not sure how they work;

                        Whether they are poking at fresh wounds, or opening old ones.

                        The present I get is the biggest smile;

                                    With all the little feelings.

I don’t know how to explain it,

The way I feel,

The way it shows.

I can follow the feeling like it was yesterday;

                        But it feels a million miles away;

                                    A million miles I’m willing to walk to feel it once more.

I have so much to say;

                        With so few words to say it.

There is no way to explain the feeling;

                                    The yearning to feel.

It’s like a dream;

            One I don’t need magic to accomplish.

Never Give Up on the

Feeling

She is a sister to me.

I have the obligation to protect her.

You are why I am obliged.

Stupid.

Ignorant.

Little pukes like you,

Are why I feel like I am at the edge.

She loved you.

She loves you.

You acted like it was a game,

When it was a heart.

The road you just turned down,

Was a very bad choice.

Control breaks when anger hangs from it all at once.

Anger controls when protection is its witness.

For every muscle.

Every nerve.

Bone,

Hair, 

Sense!

My body has to offer is screaming as loud as it can.

Every once of psychopath is about to burst.

I am happy for you.

Thank god.

The time I have to wait,

Before I can confront you about my hate,

You should be on your knees.

When I'm finished with the tortur.

You will colder than ice.

More delicate than a dead,

Dry,

Leaf.

Your eyes will hide their gaze,

For the thought of my face will cause you pain.

My eyes will speak to you.

My prey.

Your safty?

Is under the wings of blindness.

Where ever I am blind to.

You will be safe.

She is like my sister.

I feel for her protection.

You are a high cliff.

I will be her wings.

Protection.

Protector.

It was day and night,

That I breathed for you,

Although each breath turned out to be a lie,

Each moment felt oh so true.

You're what kept me floating,

For without you I would have sunk like lead,

Now I watch you leave with nothing but "Goodbye",

It seems to be you finally fled.

For you had said "I love you",

It was nothing but a lie,

For I had said "hello",

When I should have said "Goodbye".

Now as I swing from the ceiling,

Staring out the window,

The pain you've caused,

Is nothing but a shadow.

If only you had known,

That you were so capable of murder,

Only maybe then would you have not said,

"I'm sorry but you are of use no further".

As my eyes drop back in my head,

As my skin begins to color,

The thoughts of you are gone,

As well as dreams of a daughter.

No longer must you run from me,

No longer must I dwell,

For our lives are now seperated,

By my thoughts of "Oh well".

No more do you lie,

No more do I breathe,

An unfair trade to me,

Still do you leave.

It was memories of day and night,

That i hang for you,

I no longer breathe your lies,

Breathing I need no more do.

Staring out across the sea of fresh blood.

Dripping from the veins that used to lead to his heart.

Now ripped from their home in his chest,

Dealing out the last beat.

As I stand over him,

Staring into his weakening gaze.

Asking myself...

What happened?

That isn't beautiful, The way you cover your real face, That isn't hot, The way your lips shine unnaturally, It's not sexy, When your hair is part of the outfit, Your personality isn't unique, When it's exactly the same as the girls next to you, You don't stick out, When you try to look like everyone else, It's not special, When your not happy with it, They aren't your friends, When they talk behind your back, It's not fitting in, If your skin doesn't sit right, It's not the guy of your dreams, If it's from everyone else's point of view, You aren't the girl I want, When you are being someone else, You are beautiful, When I can see your face, You are hot, When the shape of your lips outlines your smile, It is sexy, When you let your hair fall how it wants to, Your personality is unique, When you show your own combinations, You stick out, When you dress up as yourself, It is special, When it makes you happy, They are real friends, When they are the eyes in the back of your head, You fit in, When your skin is your most comfortable outfit, It's the guy of your dreams, When he is better than what you imagined, You are the girl of my dreams, Because your everything you are.