a dying rose in an empty vase

an empty ship in a cruel sea

sleek white paint on a sheet of paper

a hollow knock on a hollow door.

Never mind the pale white skin

you will find

wrinkled and lifeless

open glazed eyes

staring up at the sun

I topple from my throne but once

to seize you by the throat

When you but say the truth in all simplicity

all the truth and all the wrongs

all wrapped up in me.

but in the end, I’ve found

out who I am

maybe I am misunderstood

maybe that’s the 1% of me that I’ll allow

to deal blame

but in the end, the essence of

everything I am

is

selfishness.

and I would ignore

the gaping wound in my chest, I let it pour

‘til I was too weak, weak and ashamed

for you to stay.

There's an ever-rushing tide that keeps me steady
Hope beyond the hope that sometimes fades away
Hiding underneath the maybe and not ready
Will he find another way?

you don’t know that you’ve yearned and hungered

for that sweetest bite until

you’ve tasted it

I think my armchair might be my best of friends
Might be my worst of enemies if it lets me play pretend
So I stay locked up, afraid of what will be
If i walk outside and let them forget again about me