#artimor

I'm done even pretending You haven't got a clue, I'm finished always having An excuse prepared for you. I'm done because I can't Let you bleed me anymore I'm finished because your indiference Has scarred me to my core.

She owns an awful lot of angry thoughts Shaped like arrow heads And it often makes me think She’d make a great poet; She’s the perfect amount of Cruel

Don't tell her To say everything on Her mind When you frown at Every second word And tell her She's Imagining things And Don't act as if You're old enough To deal with matters For adults And worse Don't treat her like a child As if She hasn't lived For eons more Than you

I don't hope you're happy Or fulfilled, or at peace. I hope you ache like starving men At jolly kings' feasts Only when your heart is torn, and split, and wrecked Will my own begin to heal, And will its fragile strings mend

It's not exactly that I'd rather Never know the way you feel, It's just as soon as you kiss me, love, This daydream will be real. And its not that I don't want that, That's not exactly what it is, It's just, what if all we share Ends with that one kiss?

I'll tell you my secret, But be warned, it's all I own: I can't remember your blue eyes, but I Remember how we moaned.

I'm sorry that I called In the middle of the night Just to hear your voice and then To cause some sort of fight. I know it's not my place And I know I have no right But the words I ache to tell you Can't exist in the daylight.

I wish to own a rocket ship And sail up towards the Unknown Not to see the sun or stars, But to finally find a home.