Broken not bent

You said, Goodbye, it’s not the end. 

And if you need me, I’m still your friend. 

Well, that’s easy for you to say

Cause you caught it by the handle

And I caught it by the blade

I needed you to stay

To The Moon And Back

When my eyes can no longer see, 

it’ll be because my “I” is no longer mine 

but the possession of blind lies

Yet to the moon is how long my love for you stretches

And back

Elysian Fields 

Where dead flowers bloom

At times of unrest 

We dream of plateaus of peace

In some people’s mind it’s a place

In mine it’s a person

Years have gone past with no converse

Yet the peace remains unscathed 

Tranquility amongst strangers 

Irresponsible levels of unchecked compatibility 

What roads must we walk 

before we reach the end of this home