Roll the Credits

I must be April's fool.
But I'm still waiting for the punchline.
Punch to the gut.
Uppercut.
Heart.
Flat Line.

It sucks dicks

Every time I hug you....
Kiss you...
Even just think about you...
It's a twisting blade through my chest.
But I love you so much....
That I dwell in that pain.
I pull you nearer...
Ignoring this unbearable...
Mind numbing...
Torture.
Just so I can be with you....
If only for a second.

When you are gone.
My body aches for that hurt.
Because of this fucked up desire for you.
It craves your smell...
So much so that your scent lingers
In my nostrils...
Or maybe just in my mind...
Long after you're gone.
I hear your voice when you're not around.
The mere mention of your name
Makes me warm inside.
And it sucks dicks.

I want to give you everything.
All of me.
Entirely.
But it's not enough.
And that's what hurts the most.
Because I just wish I were.

What do I do?

Security is something that I desire.
But not necessarily in regards to finance.
It's just that I require to know
Exactly which way to go.
If your light never turns yellow,
How will I know to slow?

I do not know if what I'm doing is right.
I just want whatever will leave you happy at night.
Tell me to leave,
And I'll try not to put up a fight.
But say something.
Tell me what you want me to do.

Memoirs of a Love Lost

There are so many memories...
Sparked by so many things.
Like when I hear lucky ass bitch...
I think of hot boxing in cocaine.
I miss the way we used to be
Like when I would fight to stay up...
Waiting for you to get off of work.
Just so we could smoke and eat.
And fuck up some Gears of War.