• they all believe in nature's lies, green grass and blue skies,
    a blooming canvas, painted far and wide with the colors of existence,
    they believe in the myths and legends their children read from the history books,
    heads spinning, imaginations filled with bedtime stories and nursery rhymes,
    a place where love fills the brimming oceans, courses through the river's veins as blood.
    but me? i haven't got the guts to love someone

    and love comes and goes
    plenty of people to waste my time with,
    faking friendships, making momentary memories,
    then they retreat,
    i have overstayed my welcome,
    i have overstepped my boundaries,
    and alone again i face the paper and pen,
    writing of things i cannot comprehend,
    yet still i pretend.

    I haven't the guts to love someone,
    I fight my demons alone, with cheap liquor and cigarettes,
    wrestling myself to sleep, tossing and turning, head and heart locked in constant contrast,
    dreams come to me in fragments, shards of glass to put together, slicing at my fingertips,
    only to find the broken image of a boy, lost and lonely, staring blankly back through the reflection
    i'm growing weary of these loveless days, i need to find a way to settle down