Detached? Is it I love you? Or do I not love myself enough to feel anything... So I smile when you do. When you cry I envy your tears. My soul is running low in air, Breath into me when we kiss

I look in the mirror and see a hazy reflection of myself. When I was with you my vision was clear. When I was with you I only had one fear. Losing you

Girls today will drink all day To fall in love with any boy they see. Real love is missing nowadays. We are all blinded by greed.

Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend it is you. Her hands are softer then yours, her intentions better. I’m sorry but just a look from her...feels more right then when I make love to you.

The questions you ask yourself will determine the course of your life.

Who put a silencer on my heart? I used to feel so much..

experiencing lesser versions of my emotions that used to spit out of me like fire. I guess that’s growing up?

Laying in the dirt, I am nothing but a rotting corpse in your land of lies. Dig me up everyday, anything I will do to get another look at those hazel eyes.

A room u believed was a jungle. A smile I believed was mine. Your hair sprawled out all over the pillow, every strain exactly where it should to be.

I feel as if unspoken words ferment in my mouth Our hearts and body’s are only given to us once

when her eyes gaze upon you with soft tension, Tension that can only be broken with the locking of our lips. and the crackle of her voice like a midsummer fire blazing with passion.

Laying in the dirt, I am nothing but a rotting corpse in your land of lies. Dig me up everyday, anything I will do to get another look at those hazel eyes.

Only a blade can cut you, only a gunshot can draw blood. your skin is made of steel. You are the man of the house, pick up your shield, this will protect you from any heartache you feel.

I feel as if my body is a green screen and Everyone projects their favorite version of me onto my skin. They project what they want to see. I continue to walk around as a green screen. Maybe one day I could project onto me.

Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at

Treat yourself like someone you loved .

Is she a lover, or a product of pleasure. The love we make stuffing my head with euphoric respite.

She reeks of utter  despair. Pull me closer every emotion we share Selfless soul and curly hair. Push me further please don't care. What unspoken words tremble in air You are a perfect page. I am a violent tear.