If three words could heal you,
I'd speak only two.

"I'm not a poet, I'm just fcuked up in the head.
This isn't a song about love, it's about wanting you dead"

And the talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex. And then there's no mystery left.

Today I woke up, more awaken than I've felt in years. Not concerned with anything, no tears. I'm done with that shit.

I could hear your heartbeat steady and hard and pure
I used to love you so much that I was sure it would kill me
and I want you the way you were.

So the sunlight plays its games along your eyes and it has the same effect on a thousand other guys and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the pull too, but the sunlight makes me strong and I know about you.

Drastic times don't call for drastic measures. It calls for sitting down, shutting the hell up and thinking things through before you fcuk it up more.

Ah, but you made me drink poison.
it felt smooth running down my throat.
I love you. and you made me drink poison.
it was cool and smooth and sweet

We had a bed of daisies thriving in the yard and i quit my job so i could hold you all the time. i tried to stop the thing matastasizing in us, but in the warm, slow evening, i could feel it rising in us.

There are worse things than being alone, but often it takes decades to realize this and most often when you do, it's too late. And there's nothing worse than too late.