I found it hard to be pretend
that my heart was still beating
and these eyes had something to look forward to.

I found hard when you were at an end
and i wasn't, at all.
I always thought things were meant to last.

I found that I couldn't smile the same
after I had stared and smiled at you,
for so long.

Now, I clutch at my chest
and think back to that smile
whenever I see you around.

wash away

Rain mixes with the dusty windshield.
making mud for all those to see.
or just for those brave enough to look.
how many times can you say sorry,
until the tears finally dry up?

When it all washes over,
and everywhere has started again.
where will you be?

falling

Brush her off because you don't care anymore.
borrow sundown; but you couldn't, could you?
held on tight but not tight enough.
Let go and down went everything bright you ever had.

rolled over and noticed things are much colder and darker this way,
pull the covers tight and wish it all fell away.

no trust for no eye

My third eye is drying up
my heart is rotting inside this bodies coffin
a man held his glass eye
and told me he could see this happening

i couldn't believe him. and I wouldn't.

who could trust a man that couldn't see?

"crash and burn"
that's what he said.
Crashed and burned.
that's what we did.

Hi

Well, I never post on bluebirds anymore. Or even blogspot.

if you like pictures
Love&Sick
if you like gray/black&white
Girl in Grey
if you like typography
the type of girl

I haven't written in over a month.

i'll update with older stuff.

A mountain can turn to dust,
Just as a heart can turn to coal.
With my self as the timber,
And your lies as the fire,
We will paint this canvas.
Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise.
Cover it with black,
and black,
and black,
and black.
Leave no white for it is your non existence,
A statement against unity.

I am so insignificant,
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.