New Suit, Black Tie. My Shadow and I.Some days it seems like my shadow is wearing me.
This jacket of self identity serves to hide the darkness underneath.
This skin is a cover story, a punchline to get your attention.
I smile sometimes to prove I still can, but all the truth hides behind my teeth.
I want to spit it out in angry words,
But angry words rarely cause anything but pain.
They leave behind ugly stains,
Masquerading as transparent black bruises, painting my skin.
Some days it seems like my shadow is wearing me.
Underneath these sleeves hides the darkest of sin.
I sold my soul for love and I had to chase down my shadow
To fill this empty space that my spirit left.
My spirit made of star dust, colored like the morning sun,
She spend years inside me with a loaded gun to shoot down those who dared to hurt me;
To shoot down those thoughts, to kill my demons. Even the ones I couldn't see,
But now it seems like my shadow is wearing me.
You are the love of my life.
Before you I never knew how it feels to love someone forever
And to never, ever, ever want to let them go.
You never stay up past midnight and if you do it's only to get drunk or talk to me.
Now me, I stay up past midnight every night,
I'm a night owl, but you're an early bird; you rejoice in day light.
You have the sweetest lips.
Like the sugar at the bottom of my bitter iced tea.
Baby, your kiss is like a drug to me.
I could kiss whenever, wherever, anything's fair game;
In the rain, in the snow, in the cold dead of winter,
Your kiss is like a treasure. I'd kiss you before and after my most daring endeavor, in the silence of midnight, at the mercy of a bullet in an ill fated gun fight,
Any day, any hour, any minute, and second, but
You are the only person I wouldn't apologize to if you saw me cry.
I know I've done it before, but you've convinced me I have nothing to be sorry for.
I want to let you see the dam break behind my eyes.
Autograph from a FriendYou signed your name on the back of my notebook;
The one with the blood stains seeping through the pages.
You scrawled your name across my heart.
I memorized the way it looked and how it fit perfectly there.
I knew its swirls and jagged lines better than the ocean of my palm
And the fault-lines of my wrist.
Better than the horizon of the back of my hand
And the punchline of my joking fist,
This clenched fist that only tells knock knock jokes, but not what it holds inside.
This reaching palm always begging to be let in.
These thieving fingers jostling the handle on a door that will never ever open.
Sometimes sign language is too outspoken,
But words lay heavy on the tip of my tongue.
Their sour taste clings to my mouth and it's a flavor I can never spit out,
You were never afraid to speak what was on your mind;
Even those words that tasted unkind.
Will you die a second death when your voice is whispered for the last time?
When you're six feet under and treading water in hell
Will you he
I never listenThe doctor told me that I need more sunlight.
She said I should get outside more often,
But she doesn't know I've been living my entire life outside the lines.
Th psychic said I need to stop worrying so much.
She told me that the lines in my palms would turn into stress fractures
If I kept pounding my fists against walls I couldn't break.
The chiropractor told me that my skull is too reliant on my spine.
He said I need to learn how to keep my chin up
Because I'm always watching my step, but never looking ahead.
The gambler said that I spend too much time trying to rig the deck.
He told me I have to learn to enjoy playing the game,
But he'd speak differently if he knew it wasn't just cards hiding up my sleeves.
The surgeon told me that I need to spend less time worrying about my insides
And more time numbing the pain.
He tells me that being numb is always better than feeling too much.
The engineer said that I need to let off some steam steam.
He told me there's something wrong with the
Don't take yourself for granted.Never take yourself for granted, Laura.
On a scale from one to ten, a ten is what you are.
One being everything you're not.
When you doubt your will to fight your own mind
Remember that fighting is as pointless as hiding from the truth.
No matter how hard you try, Laura,
You can't hide from your past, but that's okay;
The pain of remembering won't always last like it seems to today.
Laura, You can lose yourself in chemical forgiveness all you want.
You can pretend it doesn't bother you,
But you're not fooling your reflection.
Look me square in the jaw and tell me a lie; tell me you're okay.
Lie to me and I'll do my very best to make it true.
Laura, have you noticed that my eyes are just as sad as yours?
They've been mourning for your broken heart too.
Now when it rains it only pours,
But you'll always have this empty thirst.
So fill up your soul with happiness, Laura.
This life is a prison cell and there's no way out so enjoy your stay.
Be the first to say that you're not okay,
The Best AdviceDear Photographer,
On days when rain is all you can see
It's best to smile about all that you feel
Because you are more than those hurts that beg to disagree.
And when the storm clouds fill the sky
Don't ever let the world pass you by.
Don't think that beauty isn't there just because you can't see through the tears.
Those tears are just a filter for your camera lens.
While it may appear so dark and unclear
With a few adjustments you'll have it all figured out.
So when the picture is far too grey and dark.
Don't cry or pout because you've still shot and hit your mark.
There's still time to turn this reeling world on it's heel.
Just try to be glad about all you can feel,
Even if all you feel is failure
Remember that the most beautiful things are broken.
If you feel words that cannot be spoken
Don't repeat them in your head,
They are not worth being heard,
But sometimes the most hurtful words are those that go unsaid.
So say what's on your mind.
Don't be silent, don't be a b