I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
In an endless universe, she needed space.
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
I’m wrong but I’m real.
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.