Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

11.17.2016

this is a chance

its so hard for us to agree
that the two of us cannot be
is this because
i am one and you are both?
oh i dont want to let go

but i may have to realize
that to be sincere
the time you've got is not much
and this world feels like my stage
and some of them try to touch

the things that we have done
terrifying may they seem
but when you ask my friends
i was everything i could be

so tell me one more time
when did we become enemies
if I dont call you
you wont know I exist

you forgot everything
we took too much i mean
im leaving just in time
im leaving just in time