What's in a name?

Why do you flinch when they say your name?
Why is it unfamiliar?
Why does it punch you in the gut?
Why do you spew hate?

Why do you crave for them to call your name?
Why do you want it to belong to their tongue?
Why does it sound new and yet so familiar?
Why does it feel like your heart's wrapped by their cotton hands?

When will they mean it?
When will they mend you?
When will your name have meaning?
When will your name be safe?

"Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be."

It's ironic how time and time again music finds it's way back.
Every time, it feels the same - butterflies and dragons.

New notebook; Old pen

We never change
We change our clothes
We cut our hair
We may even shift cities or countries
But, we never change.

It's time.

"Flirting with madness is one thing; when madness starts flirting back, it's time to call the whole thing off."

Too much now...

Darkness with the promise of light
And that's how it has been
There's sunshine behind these clouds
There might just be a river beyond these dunes
How about a spell of rain and thunderstorm
But yeah, I know it's too much now.

My demon is counting strikes
While the angel looks away
No matter this mangled mess
I'd rather you look away
When I burn to ash
Because I know it's too much now.

No, I don't dream anymore
You'd know when your heart sinks
Down into a bottomless pit
Its lack or excess
Control plays with your mind
Believe me, it's too much now.

I don't want another
No proof of before
What was, was enough
To know your core
I just want to sleep
It's too much now.

It's cold and my hands are empty
You warm another set of gloves
My eyes search for the fire
As I lay on the pyre
Go ahead world, move on
For me, it's too much now.

The noose tight around my neck
And the look on your face
Jagged little lines on the skin
Turn into knots in your stomach
Oh well, this book is over
It's too much now.

To the guy who glowered at me while I took the lift from the first to ground floor....

Please don't be so quick to judge.

In my better days, I could kick your ass off the compound and not sweat a drop.