Bet against myself.

There are two sides to every card.
One pristine and one that's charred.
I've always been more of a back than a face.
More of an eight than an ace.

Bitter.

I've got real big plans.
I'm staying up so late.
I only talk to girls,
I think that you would hate.

June.

My stomach twists into a thousand knots.
As my head runs over all the love I've sought.
The million dollar question has not been bought.
Have I set the trap that will get me caught?

Voice of the lost.

In the postmodern streets chaos, it rages.
The enlightenment's voices, they rot in their cages
While I pour my soul onto beds of blank pages
I left my heart back in the dark ages

Styx.

A sea of doubt so long and wide,
I could not traverse from side to side,
In the cold of night, I tried to kill my pride.
But the ghosts left me and just my faith had died.

Hate.

Gnash your fucking teeth.
Grind your god damn bones.
Fuck your worthless life.
I'll never sink so low.

Moses.

Water builds behind a wall
Curtains close and then they fall
My show is over, I am done.
From these seas, you can not run.

Atlanta

It rained on the day I was born.
And it has rained every single day since.
When I found out that love is a lie
The rain kind of lost it's innocence.

Reminders.

There's a burning feeling
In the tips of my fingers.
I hate that the scent of you,
Has chosen here to linger.

Vibrant.

Red, yellow and orange
Green, violet and blue
All the colors of my spectrum
Don't shine the way you do.

Wasted on you.

We both said so much
But not the words that mattered.
You have never been sorry,
That my heart always shatterd.

What are the odds?

Dragging my feet.
Breathing in deep.
Holding that breath.
Gritting my teeth.

Friction.

The soles of my shoes
Are worn so thin
That now when I walk
Cement meets my skin.

Repetition.

You asked me how many times
I could say the same thing.
I figured it out,
I'll stop when it doesn't sting.

Eternal.

I try to act
Like we are friends
You know this will
Never end.

Why do we do this?

You've got your hands
Around my neck.
For you I am
A fucking trainwreck.

Still.

I still taste blood.
I still feel cold.
I still hate you.
You are not gold.

Collapse.

13 months, a waste of breath.
I have just one lesson learned.
You and I are not alike.
You watch me bleed, I watch you burn.

The Old Me.

A well of love
That has dried out.
A chance at faith
Destroyed by doubt.