the boy who cried wolf.

the cry for wolf .. i fall for it everytime.
foolish enough to believe every sentence, every word.

i trusted you when you said, "ill stop."
but you .. youve just shattered my faith.
my gaze upon you will never feel the same.

the lies--they pierce your tongue,
but you feel nothing, for your senses are so weak.

those soothing words of comfort .. how they caress me so,
only to burn me later, as you drink and smoke away.

sober yourself the f*ck up for once and open your eyes:
youve been on that high for so long, you dont even realize.
every false word you promised me
has only come to disappoint and deceive.

im sick of caring more for your health than you ever will,
im done with denying the person you keep choosing to be.

over and over i care so much for you,
but the pain you project onto me ..
i just cant let it burden me anymore.

when you prove that you can change,
that youve grown up and have actually used that brain,

maybe .. just maybe .. ill forgive thee.

untitled.

how is this so difficult for me to comprehend,
for me to differentiate between right and wrong, now or later ?
every step feels like a mistake or some huge regret.

i stay in bed, not having to face the day ahead.
everytime i think about taking another step,
i immediately retract.
this must be wrong,
i cant be doing this right.
stuck at a crossroad with no roads to choose,
my mind feels more and more cluttered as i try to simplify everything.

the rush of emotion overwhelms me,
im left short of one breath.
im down under helpless and confused,
waiting for someone to come rescue me,
but i cant even shout for help.

bittersweet void.

with the cross and uncross of an old friend's path,
or the intimacy of lovers entwined.
i feel the spatial distance created,
with no tension to tempt me back.

i feel lost hope for a path crossing,
no longer is there a spark to entwine my love.
once captivating me with your charm, i am no longer under your spell,
yet i cant help but feel a bittersweet void,
only to be filled by a better memory of you.

how i dream of the days when you meant so much more to me,
and how i long for some sort of sympathy.
youve entangled yourself into my thoughts with no intentions of leaving,
yet you insist on this distant friendship,

making it so hard to understand,
.. but never forget.