Tears.Every tear trapped inside,Every tear still to be cried,Scratches and stainsThe heart denied.
What cheaters taste like.Your kisses taste filthyBecause I know my lipsAren't the only onesYou've placed yours on.Your touch feels infectedBecause you enjoyed her skinMore than my own.Your words sound corruptedBecause you whispered the same lineOver and over in her ear while youKissed the skin you chose over mine.
.miss you.Dear Inspiration, I miss you, please come back. Without you I feel lost, shallow, confused, lonely and empty. Creativity is suffering, it's locked inside and just can't seem to get unstuck. We both want you here. You're my best friend, my enemy, my psychiatrist, my love, my passion, my muse. Everything about me yearns for your company once again. My guitar, my pen, my camera. My heart, my soul, my mind; we are all deprived within your absence. I've noticed you lingering in my dreams, but when I wake up, you're gone, like a ghost, nothing more than a shadow that dances on my wall and disappears. Memories of you are here still, stuck in crevices of my mind taunting and tormenting me. I wish you'd come back and stay. I don't know why you left, maybe it was just too much, but I swear, things will change. I need you. You keep me wh