Why would you do this to me?

Do you know what makes my stomach jump?

You.

You do.

Sometimes it's the mere thought of you

You're ever present in the back of my mind

Sometimes looking at you makes me nervous

But when I catch you looking at me?
My stomach flips.

And when you catch me looking at you; then smile?
My stomach performs an entire routine.

...

Do you know what makes me sick to my stomach?

You.

You do.

Sometimes it's the thought that you would probably end up with that asshole

And the fact that I won't do anything to stop it
It makes the bile rise up to my throat.

Sometimes it's the fact that you won't be here next year; next to me

that makes me sick

Sometimes,

It's the possibility that I'm nothing

that I won't mean anything to someone at the end of the day

that makes me cry

Because I just keep giving parts of myself to people without asking anything in return

because sometimes I feel like I'm not worth it....

Bedtime

Tuck my words behind your ears
As I kiss you goodnight

Let your thoughts seep out
as you play pillow fight
with monsters under your bed
and the ones that haunt your head

Build a bridge of sleep
to the land of your dreams
Away from the nightmares
which you wake up to

Keep a sweet smile
above the pillow
in the dwam of sleep
reveling in the comfort of quilts

When things feel wrong
let the mattress
soak all your pain
replace it with solace

Sleep
sweet one
and forget every agony
that you have felt

For this is just the beginning 

Tastes

What once tasted like principles
now tastes like insults

Constitutions flooded with pain
living in an unrefined state

Bread crumbs on my chest
lead to your mistress

Your secrets might be safe with me
but i'm not good at hiding myself

Like an unhinged heart
I follow you

Chaos masters me
For I make my home in a quandary

Mislead by my desires
backed by your conscience

Masked in your stench
I breath in your lambastes

You corrode over
my harsh edges
that I built with love
and foregone fears

A choice of subterfuge
for allying me with the dead

You do the things you do
But I merely ask for who?

You desolate yourself
just to see
how bleak can a will to live be?

Once a tell-tale heart
has now fallen apart

So my lover
rest upon the stars
as I free myself from the clutches
of our past

The intoxicant wears out
fall from your high
wake up and smell
the times gone by