Streets of my mind are littered with broken glass; you’ll get cut if you walk with me.

There are things I thing you should know Your patient eyes grow faint


— Honey I think you have it all wrong.
I’m not as complex as you paint in your dreams you really aren’t all that deep..


Darling PLEASE DON’T Interrupt me.
Listen I have tried to stay passive yet more interactive with the ever growing
problem that is your day.
No I don’t see it as mundane
. I just want to stare outside of these four walls and look past the blues
Into a different hue
thats far reaching of stars.
Can we not speak if all we do is talk? It’s like a race of pure distaste Humor me please if you will?

Please keep your ego in check.
It’s bound to break with the lightest bump Don’t lie to yourself and I,
you cannot handle what you ask.
I have played the doctor stitching up your wounds. You're far too fragile for the things you ask to hear.
No you cannot take a joke without getting more hurt than before.


If you're so worried of my well being,
where can you be found when I am left withering in my thoughts. Washing it down with whiskey while you sip wine!
It's not classy to reach for alleviation everyday, just when I've run out of things to say
the liquor gives words a home,
I've held back.
And you constantly overreact.


My bones are brittle with all the belittling.
I understand your need of importance yet
I plead for you to look inside Tell me what do you see?
I bear the burden
these ailments that have tortured me. Through time

My Insecurities are an irrational fear of imperfection. I take this out on you to make sense of myself.


Questionable antics ensue
What have I done to myself
What have I done to you?



We want desperately to be of value
Not in trinkets
Nor in velvet
Not in short stories, song or sonnets
something more lovely then that
In everlasting existence

Carried in a tomb left for two
Only giving forth one rule
We are the same and we will be treated as such x2

If i could be more accountable for my actions.
If I could be more understanding of your distractions. We could find peace with the love we have

You are the reason I make art
You are the reason I live at all I'll scream from vacant streets Through distant trees
To show how much you mean to me
You are the person of my dreams. You are the reason I believe
In torrid tales of pure romance.
Through my guarded eyes Through my guilty disguise We will find love that works
You are the reason I make art
You are the reason I live at all I'll scream from vacant streets Through distant trees
To show how much you mean to me
You are the person of my dreams. You are the reason I believe
In torrid tales of pure romance.
Through my guarded eyes
Through my guilty disguise
We will find love that works
My Insecurities are an irrational fear of imperfection. I take this out on you to make sense of myself.
We will find love that works