i saw it all for what it was

i knew it was a rotten idea

but i invested everything anyway

i put up all my capital

knowing full well there would be no return

your heart is a ponzi scheme,

i live off the love from other investors

until you realize you'll dry up

and move on to the next unsuspecting victim

i suspected it all from the getgo

knowing you'd try to pay me off with dirty money

but i invested

i was complicit in your crime

a willing accessory

i knew you were a rotten idea

and those never turn ripe

but with each transaction

i held back a little bit of hope

i hoped you'd be worth the investment

i still don't know

her eyes were his sunset. they were set so deep he often thought he could ride off into them and into her soul. he couldn't go there with her, they were her eyes after all, but he thought if he could reach her insides and learn more about her, he could come back and impress her with his newfound knowledge. but you can't ride into someone's eyes like it's a sunset, so instead he settled for gazing into them. he would gaze into her bright eyes and imagine he could reach her soul. he would gaze at her eyes and smile, because he loved her and that's what people in love do.

his eyes were unassuming. where he thought hers shone, and they did shine, she thought his were modest, unpretentious. they didn't dazzle her, but she didn't want to be dazzled. they were already in love, she loved his eyes. they weren't boastful or ostentatious - they were eyes only for her. she looked at him in the eyes and smiled because she knew he complemented her. her bright eyes and his humble.

while her eyes were his sunset, his eyes were her dark night. the dark night that didn't frighten her because she knew he'd be there with her. dark nights always bring the promise of a new morning with them.

next time i'll be better,

bullet proof,

able to weather the storm.

i'll be better than our first meeting,

alluring,

keeping you wanting more.

better than before,

when i let things fall apart.

things always fall apart.

next time i'll be better,

i'll keep it whole to the best of my ability

so that if it still falls,

i won't be able to blame myself

or make rationalizations.

next time i'll be better

at getting over you.

some sleep to dream

others sleep with hope of a new tomorrow.

one where they can start fresh,

the mistakes of yesterday just a memory.

some sleep to escape

others sleep for a second chance

another go at getting it right

of doing it so well

their dreams come true.

some sleep to lose themselves in dreams

others sleep to wake up

and make dreams into reality

they sleep to live a life

worth waking up for.

like a bitter pill i have to swallow,

you choke it down without water to follow.

i'm told it's good for me, and i'll be better for it,

but i can't help it, each pill makes me sick.

each day i try again, hoping it will end different,

but each day my stomach turns and my throat's bent.

whether they heal while hurting me, i won't know

until enough time has passed to truly vanquish my woe.

but until then, the pills, and their pain, i endure

because sometimes the worst pain is the best medicine and cure.