Category:
Poetry
Without you I am nothing
An empty shell made out of pine
Running my hands on the etched lines
And I can't mend them
Neither can you
But you could help me escape
Where I could breathe in the air
I could get high when we're mouth to mouth
I could run my finger tips through your hair
And on the tip of your ear
But I can't
I'm not worth your care
Expectations of asceticism
Here I am
I'm sure you know I am not one
To torture myself...
Usually
But I'm trying to bind this tourniquet
Tightly and surely for myself
My heart cries remorse
For what I do not know
I never committed any crime
Or denied anything of life
I would defer to you in a heartbeat
But you beat me to death for nothing
I've never seen you act so shallow
You could throw me to the ground
And say I ring hollow
Fling your opaque crown to me and turn away
You could make me disappear
I wouldn't mind if it was for you
I feel outnumbered by one man
Who says progression to such a feeling is demented
Call me a romantic
Call me crazy
But I'm going to die
Someday
And you, beautiful creature, will never fall away
If I got hit by a car today
How would you feel?
If I was terminally ill
What would you do?
If you held me in your arms
For my last breath
I could never tell you how much I love you
But only say the words
I love whispering your name
Especially in bed at night when she's there
I'm different when Nina's singing to me
She changes me
And moulds my mind into something beautiful
Oh how you did the same to me.