Alignment

Charcoal skies full of promises pouring down

Etched with desires and a scribbled list of things to be done

Sorrows unattainable and feelings unexplainable

Just trying to find a shred of the sun

Well those stars they've been hiding

And I can't keep deciding

Just which half of this war has been won

Heavy clouds hang low daring me to walk beneath

So full to the brim they might burst

Dreams untouched I hoped too much

This fate I held on to is cursed

Well that silver outline 

It's impossible to find

And I can't determine what's worse

Solid ground crumbles with each step taken

That foundation was all I had 

Falling too fast please let this last

Before I have deemed myself mad

Well the air is thick

And I'm slipping quick

Losing control isn't so bad

The Times We Forget To Breathe

There is a fine line between dreams and reality

Some of the time

We don't have to think about anything

Sometimes the world is just there

Staring us right in the face

Saying, "I'm doing my best"

All I Ever Really Wanted

It was more than you could give

More than I could take

Half asleep

Half awake

Half in love

Half in hate

Too powerless to be resistant

Too careless to be persistent

You were here but you were gone

I never needed stability

I only needed closure

You took it all away

Having nothing at all is invigorating

Walking on air

Tip-toeing on the edge of a dream

Weightless and bare

If only you could see me now

Escape is under rated

Fading away into the light

Blind with ecstasy 

Sleeping on a sea of clouds

Dreaming in velvet and crimson

I forgot what it was like to know

So today, I let the world go

The concept of More

Someone who writes the songs (doesn't just play them).

Someone who means the words (doesn't just say them).

Someone who leaves (doesn't just walk away).

Someone who searches (doesn't just look).

Someone who gives (doesn't just need).

Someone who begs (doesn't just plead).

Someone who screams (doesn't just yell).

Someone who explains (doesn't just tell).

Someone who embraces (doesn't just hold).

Someone who lives (doesn't just exist).

Someone with a soul (not just a heart).

Last Night's Makeup

Another morning gone to waste

Because of a night filled with mistakes

Cheap drinks and bad taste

You had me at goodbye

As you walk away I follow the lead

To all of your beautiful lies

I never truly had you

And know I never will

I wish it wasn't true

But I'm addicted to the thrill

I cannot moderate your heart

I can't control my own free will

When you look at me the world stands still

And slowly starts to spin in reverse

You turn everything upside down

And everything I touch is cursed

My drink is half empty 

I try to leave

But you grab my hand and it's the death of me

So we stay up all night and I have no control

I lose myself with you

We finally fall asleep and I dream for hours

And in the morning I struggle to wake up

To the absence of your scent and last night's makeup

I will. I promise.

We were better than that.

We were better than all the roses, the chocolate, the jewelry, the gifts.

We had the sun, the stars, and each other. 

That's all we really needed. 

We were the real thing, weren't we?

You would run your fingers up and down my spine and then through my hair.

I would trace every part of your face, every inch of your body.

We breathed each other in, we became one.

So that if someday, we fell apart, our senses would never forget. 

That was a mistake. 

When I was around you, the universe was aligned perfectly.

There was no yesterday, no tomorrow.

Just now. 

Just you.

We were the real thing.

If only we could have stuck to our guns, and not have let the world get in our way.

But things started to fall out of place. 

People got in the way.

Feelings got in the way.

Time got in the way.

I went from being free to being a prisoner.

Bright eyes glazed over.

Chained to the hope that one day, things would go back to the way they used to be.

But they never did.

They only worsened.

My heart became an open wound, and you carved into it, relentlessly, every single day.

And it hurt like hell, each day less, until I became numb.

Reduced to nothing but a dull ache.

Then you came to my door, and you brought me a rose.

That was when I knew it was all over.

And a thousand thorns would feel like nothing compared to what I felt that day.

Gravity

It's almost funny how the universe works. How you can spend months and months wanting something, trying to forget, and the second you finally muster up the strength to turn your back, you run right into it again. Oh the irony of how the world spins in circles.