So may things can be so hard to believe,
even though they are clear to see...

It is a tragedy that you become intoxicated
and still believe it's not your fault...

These poems are what people will remember us by,
reading between the lines to try and understand...

She sleeps beside the bloody moon,
stars beneath her feet...

An uninviting memory breaks through my sleep
as I remember the pain of believing...

The cycle never ends,
secrets always remain...

There was a time when I would fight for you
just to hear you say...

There is a hunger in my eyes,
dreaming of the life we used to have...

Why do I do this to myself,
just as my thoughts are almost safe and sound...

The sound of your exit scares me,
just as much as the sound of your entrance...

Don't worry,
I can't give you any more of my heart...

I knew I should have left sooner,
knowing I could never be your everything...