between the music sheets.

little broken boys fumble in their fake art
trying to convince
barely mended little girls
to come undone.


compare your trials to mine a couple more times
as I toss to you the truth:
we're all just trying to get through.


maybe just a little too much
is trying to get through to you.

Breathe in Bitter Senses

of everything that once could have been.

I watch people put self-timers on
to catch their own lives in action
and I can't help but laugh
because the only memorable moments
are the ones we can't picture ourselves in.

and the people that I try to convince
over and over and over again
(that this life will only be as fulfilling as the lives were living)
keep choking on their chances to renovate themselves.

it does not always have to be about growing up
but, at some time, it does have to be about growing out.

For you,

I want to steal the fear in your eyes.
The fear to break away from the familiar love that entraps you.

I want to steal the fear from your voice.
The fear that one day your confidants will become your critics.

I want to steal the fear in your touch.
The fear that maybe you don't deserve to be touched.

I want to steal the fear in your tastes.
The fear that resides in your inability to eat up anything but a routine.

I want to steal the fear in your cries.
The fear that they are going to leave you just like they were once left.

and what I want most is to steal the FEAR FROM YOUR LIES.
for only the ones that are MOST AFRAID
can honestly blanket themselves with a fantasy they can slick anyone into.

From me.

But then again growth would not be complete
without fear of walking into the unknown alone.

So i place any stolen fear right back
and tell the world that I am sorry:
nothing has changed.
As you sit dissecting which words describe you
instead of just letting them be.

its just a reminder of a hypocrites lesson:
it never matters what your intentions may be
if your end result is all that person can see.

traeh enrohtwah a

You're the only one who knows how to touch me from a million miles away.

With a voice full of aesthetics, you have the most honorable tac tics.

Your one A.M. phone call delivers itself more soberly and two hours earlier than his,

every time. I can only crumble from your long distant kiss.

you were here to stay

from the day you spoke my name.

p.s. i love you boy.

C olliding D iving R uins

and when you close your eyes:

do you see?

the people that you want out of we?

your expectations are NOT

the only few that

have faced a failed fulfillment.

can't you grasp that you have

everything that we all wish to 

come close to even touching?

IF you had more to live for

WHERE would what you have

NOW

go?

(or where did you abandon it

all

ready?)

who decided

*FOR YOU*

LIFE and LOVE

was not worth it

anymore?

Because a boy who once danced with passion

NEVER

steps away from

a girl who chases all her chances of compassion

SLOW DOWN enough to

take in and breathe ALL that surrounds YOU.

The trials and trails can only take us

as far as we want to travel.

Give up now and risk losing the ground you have imprinted.

Give up yesterday and lose all who never deserved to lose you.