Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Tear My Heart Open, And Sew Myself Shut


You said you loved me,

Forever and on -
But your love it faded,
Like a worn out song.
And your voice it cracked,
As you tried to 'hack';
To a heart that didn't support -
The facts...
You snipped,
You cleaved;
You tried your best,
To make me bleed.
And now you cut my heart out,
You left alone;
With nothing but pieces -
That need to be sewn.
A couple days later,
HE came back in,
And you weren't there to stop him,
From sewing it back in.
You're paranoid of truth,
Of what you can not deny -
The truth is inside,
That its apparent you want me to die.
And still, in these moments,
He sewed my heart back in;
And told me he loved me -
That it was a sin.
To be loved by you,
It snipped and it cleaved -
Now you have...
Nothing left to leave.
You can't rip his seams,
He's sewn them too deep.
And what of this pleasure -
The benifits to wreek.
And you'll stand back with scissors,
A scowl on your brow above,
Cuz you couldn't cut out -
His and mine's love.

I wrote this today, drew this today... and it symbolizes something very deep. Only one person (whom I tell everything to) knows exactly what this means and the exact thing of which I recall. I love you Cam.... Thanks for holding him back.
Oct. 25, 2006
P.S. To Someone Special... "I'm cutting out your memory."

Thinking About Him


This is a picture I drew a while ago in English... bored... i guess.

Sept. 15, 2006