IfTheseBulletsCouldTalk

Can your words step forward, and make a difference?
Can they be held up and observed?
Not like all the rest that just pass or fall to the floor.
Make up your mind just so they can take it apart
Fasten your logic, release your imagination, and hold onto your heart.
Don’t be afraid to get caught in the storm, sink your ship before you drop anchor.
Stay on the prowl for their attention.
ready to take it, abduct it.
Strip your focus down to me.
I’m a pirate foaming from the mouth as i speak my mind.
I’m a widower at a wedding eating his heart out.
“Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?”
Yea right, I feel more crowded in an empty room.
alone, abandoned, left for dead
I slander what most compliment.
My imagination will be the death of me.
Do your words make it out alive, or do they melt in your mouth?
Leaving you that stale taste of “what if..”
Do your words usually make you choke,
or do you tend to puff on them like smoke?
Blowing O’s over the “wouldn’t you like to know’s” and the what’s and the how’s and the when’s and the where’s.
Turning them to stone, hoping everybody stares.
Jaws wide open until they hit the floor, some inside out.
My rush, my high.
This is the sick feeling that I’m talking about.

Woke up to pieces of your presence from last nights events.

You don’t need a witness, evidence

Dazed, crazed, amazed

This is just a phase, the stakes aren’t usually raised

I’ll give in tonight

Put up a fight

Go back and forth

i miss this, i miss us

Too bad it’s me that i can’t trust

Actions speak louder than words, words just entertain an idea.

Tease, tease, tease

I’ll never beg, i already said please

Who would’ve guessed, you need to burn bridges in order to get over things..

Watching them collapse along with our lungs.

My breath is the only thing I’ll let you take

There’s a thin line between a good night and a mistake

I wish you were here laying with me, of course in my mind it’s a lot more graphic.

Tragic.

and that’s all she wrote…

they dusted me for prints and they found them on my hips
we meant it when we touched we didn’t mean it when we kissed

we called it making love but we knew it wasn’t that
we checked none of the above and we never made a mention after that

I can only hold a strange conversation for so long.
Enough small talk, let’s take bigger steps.
For a moment we were worthless.
We think,“we could’ve done that better” so we just keep moving and we’re closer to our goal, whatever it may be..
We make up our minds in spasms which show off our convulsions.
Its not an addiction, more like a sickness. You can not stop if you really know what you’re doing.
I wish I didn’t appreciate the horrible things, but who knows what to think anymore?
My dreams feel like zombies, and you’re brains.
I would make up my mind if I knew what I was suppose to think.
So we just starve and your left out in the cold once again…