Broken hearted games.. my life remains.. and reminds me to breath.. finding the srtength to meditaite is hard @ times.. keeping completly still.. time scares me almost as much as it excits me.. typing my words always find a way to be prosponed.. asking you to come @ the wee hours of the night seems something its not.. i found it in myself to have no need to explain.. an hour from now I could no longer feel this pain I have surpressed.. crossed my heart and prayed five times a day for them to go away.. struggled to pretend.. i no longer will include this in my design.. i want for my love to stay in your sail.. as lucid as the water it finds itself surrundered to..

I am scared and I reach out for you but the storm that moved in makes it so hard to touch
Tend to shiver when I look through blown glass, it been too long since my last cry
Pick up the phone and dial only to hang up, how can I convay how weak my knees get
Healing your open wounds, even mending the scars

Waiting to kill the loneliness created by the blank stares of pairs towards each other
I want to fall, stumble down to the basement, moisture in the air is hard to bare
Makes me want... breath is short...courted by illusions of my purpose

I understand that in my darkness stems a poem's song
You never commented on the heart I place on your bathroom mirror
Go now.. far away.. to fade from before
Doom doom da da...