Junkheart.

You know that I'm in love with you,
Know I always will be.
Haunted by the same dreams,
Hunted by the memory.

You know what I think we should do?
Take a train down to the sea;
Desperate times, desperate measures,
The rain washing over me.

It's the words and pictures that I see,
Flashing images of 'could have been's.
Every iota synonymous,
Every heartbeat a weakening.

It feels like the evening coming closer,
Draw me like a shawl around you.
It's a beautiful sunset, still the sun goes down.

But the sun is new each morning,
Like the mercies of our Saviour.
Is it that the winter's freeze,
Has paralysed this destiny?

Tell me that you love me forever,
And go without another word.
With our hands holding tight together,
Out into the new world.

When you're standing on the edge of nothing,
Tell me I was right to kill.
When you know that I'm in love with you,
Stepping out into the thin air.

And I'm terrified of what I did,
For you'll never take me back now.

I believe again?

Nice hat.

This is our ungodly hour, sweetie. Again.

It's most definitely metaphorical, because the ratio

is much further this way.

vanka.

Strut your stuff, throw yourself in,

I want you to be ok, but I want you to be ok

with me.

But one out of two ain't bad.

In your atmosphere.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

I wonder where I am in my relationship to you.

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

I watch your life play out, in pictures from afar.

Said you're alright, though you said you'd be sad,

You're my LA, I just can't stay away,

I literally am sleepwalking in your presence,

Whether it be natural or habitual,

And I read your words and recalled your conviction,

Then burned the lies and the pain,

Juxtaposed and closed and opposed and

I know this circle is a one way street.

I'd die if I saw you, die if I didn't see you there...

I'm gonna' steer clear, burn up in your atmosphere.

Hi.

I'm back home;

Icy, wispy, shattered home.

Smelly, messy, burning home.

Aorta.

She's winning again.

You better not read this.

I still take a look, though I know not why,
Because every other moment of the day is spent
Reminding, reminding myself of who you are,
What you stole.
You dirty thief.

So broken.

Drinking red wine,
Pretending I don't need Jesus.
Why do we do this?

A firecracker sitting on my headboard.
A time bomb in my heart.

I should just surrender to perfection.
Because I know it.

Back...

Oops. What does that mean?
Don't want it correlate,
But maybe it's too late.
Or maybe it's too early.
Just trying to be a poet now.
Don't try too hard,
I've learned the hard way.
Attempting to decipher what
It is I am thinking. Silly,
Yes? Everything is subconscious.
I believe in battleships,
And horse-drawn carriages,
Look after me and carry me home,
Then wash my feet and have me,
Don't just hold me.
I kill myself for entertainment,
Even in the busyness of hollow
Sockets of life.
A woah-oh-oh is necessary,
Just a gasp of air, expressing,
Well, whatever.
I wanna grow up.