As every affection I dive into is getting the best of me
I wish I was an architect,
gathering this feelings that are wrecked
and make something beautiful
out of everything’s that hurtful
make a whole house built
around this synthetic feel
of everything that we have never been
or every promise we’ll never keep

But I’m nothing more than a useless night time lover
with nothing but ink to drown thoughts down
so I write them nicely and proper
so they cut the paper open
instead of hurting me deeper harder further

Oh don’t mind me babbling
it’s nothing, just whining.
Now I live in all the poems that talk about you
hidden in all the wrong things I do,
but it’s not just bad timing
because all my bad deciding
at some point always seems the best thing to do

Juliet ~♥