I've come to terms with my numbness. It may stay as long as it doesn't kill my soul.

My smiles hide so much happyness when you are so close.

Whats the point if it always ends in tragedy?

Slow and sweetly your lips fall to meet me.

One of those days
where you need a hug but
only one persons arms would help, and they're to distant to notice.

It is always been a Game of Favorites in my life.
To be truthfull, I seem to lose every round.

Have you ever stood infront of your mirror for hours?
Trying to memorise your face.
Next time try memorising your eyes.

I'm a horrid selfish person, and I think I just might be done...

I've gotten really good,
at catching the glances
you steal at me.

This house...
is always
silent or screaming
with sound.

(new poem, Walls scream silents. check it out?!)