Through and Through

It’s starting:

That feeling I cant describe,

Not that I can describe much.

It’s different this time,

Your touch has become my touch.

The energy flows through you and into me

It’s exactly how I thought it would be

This time it’s real. This time, for sure.

But I don’t even want the cure.

You sleep and I am energized

You wake up, and I open my eyes

When I fall your knee bleeds

And what I’m lacking, you don’t need.

Home is just a place,

But I see it in your face

And not to be cliché,

But I couldn’t go a day

Without you.

Through and through

I love every piece of you.

Every broken promise,

When you’re brutally, painfully honest.

Each meaningless "werd"

Is the best I’ve ever heard.

The way you look at me

As if you cant begin see

The desperation in my eyes

To believe your little lies.

It’s perfectly imperfect.

And every minute, hour, day is worth it.

Through and through and through,

You know it’s nothing new,

It has, and always will be you.

Game Over .

Take it all back, everything.
You didn’t mean it.
Not like I did.
You just ran and hid,
When there came a rainy day.
No matter what you say.
And I, left in the cold,
Not heeding what I was told.
My heart drops to the ground,
Like a still and lifeless mound-
No use to me anymore,
Because after all, it was yours.
A mass of useless flesh,
My mind, a broken mess.
But you did not break my heart,
As I told you from the start:
It’s impossible.
I wont give you the satisfaction,
Nor the laws of false attraction.
It was yours, but I controlled it.
Just go ahead and hold it.
You can’t hurt something if it’s already dead,
And no it’s not just in my head.
You killed it long ago, you know when.
I suppose that you’ll just go then.
What you’re doing now is cruel,
You think you’re helping, I suppose.
Just leave it there to decompose.
Didn’t they teach you not to play with your kill?
As if I’ll be reincarnated by your will.
Why, so we can play again?
Game over, and you finally win.

nothing lost if nothing gained

What we had was good, but we don’t have it anymore
I wouldn’t go back if I could, it opened so many doors
You see when I left it changed me, everything was clear
What you did, it trained me-I hold nothing dear
No, nothing is sacred. Nothing lost if nothing gained.
And there’s no unresolved hatred, or love or tears or pain.
I have this nagging, pulling, empty, powerful sensation
Nothing fills or satisfies or begs justification.
Now and again I question whether this is really living
But I leave that unanswered, either way I’d be fibbing