You and I

Tugging at my heartstrings,
Making me want to sing.
I look at you and blush,
So my heart will now gush.
Why do these things happen,
I feel like I'm in Heaven.
You're the sound to my laugh.
You're the wink to my flirt.
You're the bone to my being.
You're the giggle to my smile.
I can't imagine being without you,
I can't imagine forever alone.
We're the perfect two,
Me and you.
I feel you in my brain.
And I can't refrain,
From loving your smile,
Is that so vile?
You're the blue to my jeans.
You're the march to my band.
You're the happy to my heart.
You're the charge to my go.
I can't imagine things being like this.
I can't imagine being happy without you.
When will things start to change,
Before you're out of range.
From dusk to dawn,
Everything is wrong,
You're going, going, gone,
Now why am I still drawn?
You're the fun to my funny.
You're the art to my artwork.
You're the freak to my freak show.
You're the blue to my blueberry.
I can;t imagine it any other way.
I can't imagine my head filled with anyone else.
When I look at my gallery,
It is filled with flattery.
Little scrawls,
Upon the walls,
Make me think of you,
And chills me through.
You're the flower to my field.
You're the pencil to my paper.
You're the wonder to my wonderful.
You're the puppet to my play.
You're the fish to me sea.
You're the bounce to me step.
You're the angel to my heaven.

Dig The Knife Deeper

I see the cut turn black,
And my energy lack.
The Knife digs deeper,
Like a night creeper.
I feel my cut sting,
And my heart swing.
The Knife digs deeper,
Then the hill grows steeper.
I taste the blood on my tongue,
And there they clung.
The Knife digs deeper,
And it's made me a seeker.
I hear the drip of blood,
Now it mixes with the mud.
The Knife digs deeper.
I see the world spin before me,
And I think it can't be.
But you reach out your hand,
And help me to stand.

Holding Them Back

Holding back your tears isn't as easy as it sounds.
Your eyes get fuzzy and they feel moist.
You blink and wipe the starting tendrils away,
Saying they are just watering.
But you know that the truth,
Lies behind the eyes.
You know that no matter how hard,
You try and stop them,
They will always come back.
They will always haunt you.
You can never escape the utter sorrow.
But as I write these words,
I know that when I say you,
I mean me.
The urge to rebel and lash out, threatens at your mind.
But suddenly the urge disappears.
Because you know it is useless.
You know that you are hopeless.
You know that you are under a control,
That you will never escape.
A control out of your hands.
And that makes the teardrops threaten at your lids.
And you say once again,
They are just watering.
You just want it all to go away.
You want to be happy,
Like you never were.
You want to smile like you make others do.
It is hard to keep on going,
When the one you love,
Is causing this pain.
And you think the last option,
Is death.
Are you right?

His Tears

As I hear his tears,
I feel his fears,
And I want to cry too,
But they come out in few.
Now I am mad,
Because I can't feel sad.
I look in his eyes,
And my heart dies.
I want to reach out,
But I have doubt.
My eyes stick to you like glue,
And I want to touch you.
But my hand will just burn,
So I sigh and turn,
And you grasp at me,
So I can't flee.
Now through every endeavor,
I'll be here forever.