SunriseYou say my name like a poem you will never write. You look at me like a sunrise you'll never witness because if you stayed to watch, I would be real, instead of being just the promise of something beautiful beneath the horizon. You touch me like a question I can never answer, like words I scratched into your back that you can't quite read, like the only phrase in your vocabulary is "what if." I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to use tools or how to follow directions. All I have are my two hands and the sheer determination to do something right for once in my life.I'll duct tape phone lines and life lines and fault lines back together. I'll peel off my nail polish and rub my skin raw, so you can see I'm not a sunrise, I'm just me, don't worry. I'm not. I'll pretend I can hear your heartbeat in your smile and I'll let you think I can handle myself just fine.You pinned the butterflies in my stomach against the cage of my ribs and tied the corners of my mouth to transcontine
DepressedBlood drips down onto the black roses of summertime.Love is torn and the knives fall.My body is broken with the nails of Hell.I wish all of it was over and I could seeThat you were never there.Envisioning what my life could be,Erasing what it was.Gray is my world,Gone is my soul,Surrounded by my dark fate.Bitter memories left in my heartAs I make my way down the path of Despair.
Maybe I Need YouYou are my lightning.No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.Set me on fire and burn me alive,Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.You're tracing electricity across my skin,I can feel you in the tips of myToes hair fingers spine.Love me, I begged, palms wide open.Just love me.I'm a coin set on edge,Sent spinning madly across the table.But I'm running out of turn,Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,Finally going flat.Heads or tails?I swear you can hear my heart beatMe black and blue,Attacking with all it's got.There's no defibrillator shocking me back to life,And it's telling me, no, not this time. You can't. You can't.Maybe I can.(When it rains, it poursAnd with every pore,Maybe I want you.)Maybe I want to be the first thing you see in the morning,And the last thing on the insides of your eyelids.Maybe I'