I want you to hold me,

so I hold myself.

I want you to touch me,

but that ain't this song.

For us to be friends,

would be three strikes on me.

Another win for you,

a hand full of shame for me.

I make you jealous,

and you know I know this.

And now in your eyes,

there's nothing left for me.

My Love

Good morning, Love.

My heart feels warm despite the weather of my circumstances. 

Home (Daughter)

Sometimes it takes you over...

What if I was alright with just where I am? Would it make it easier to not let the world's idea of normal affect my quality of life, and the authenticity of who I am? 

My Love

"'The day's sweet light no longer strikes his eyes?'

And when he heard the silence of my delay
responding to his question, he collapsed
into his tomb, not to be seen again." -Dante

I'm falling away, away from you...

My Love

Sing it with me,

just one more time.

In the woods,

looking down on the plains,

pondering what we've done.

But your feelings are an illusion,

my eyes are clouded over.

I will no longer wait,

for a man lost in time.

Though my heart now aches,

and my love remains strong.

It is unrequited,

too much to bare.

Remain

So lost in your own madness,

what still remains?

Here's the door,

staring me down.

How will it open? 

How will I survive?

I saw it in red

I saw it in blue

I saw it with you

now I see it alone;

dead in the dark,

the smallest light blinding.

I used to think it was them, now I'm starting to think it's me.