It's slowly breaking her down
Consuming her breath
Fighting her strength
She doesn't have much time
Pieces will be the only thing left
Of the will buried within
She's crumbling down inside
Crying out for help
Running out of life
A hero should suffice
To save her from her disguise

Perhaps the saddest thing is not that they can't see me
It is that they see me hanging off the cliff screaming 'save me, save me!' and they choose to walk away
And you only lend me your hand because my brokenness makes you feel whole

I forgive you
All I had to offer you was sadness
My eyes shed sadness
My face speaks sadness
My lips smile sadness
My voice spews sadness
My touch spreads sadness
I forgive you for leaving, for I have become an infectious incurable virus threatening to destroy everything you are not

Such a happy delicate thing she is, isn't she?
She has no idea, does she?
How long before you turn her into sadness...

How does blind ferret out in the dark
How is matchless able to ignite a fire\
How is clueless able to conspire
How does ice spark off fervor
Effortlessly he stirs up the deepest depths of my soul
Like a weed in my heart he implants himself, sprouts and spreads anew
He's here to stay...

I could feel her heart break from a thousand miles away, I cried her tears, I mourned her loss. I saw the pain beneath that smile, the strength behind those eyes. Our silence spoke about our presence...
What a conniving double edged sword pain is, breaking and binding us concurrently. Such a profound thing love is, that someone once a stranger I now call mother

It's a picture of how comfortable I've become silently loving you, quietly falling, so serene; the waves of the sea gently soothing my inhibitions, making me unencumbered, encouraging me to go on. Color me titanic