There Will Always Be One

It's a vicious circle
A vicious cycle
This lovesick heart
Will always know
No matter if you're here
Or she's there
I'll always love one

Out Of My League

In a short time you've come to mean a lot to me
More than I think that you can see
You've got thoughts floating through my head constantly

A girl once told me, "Distance ain't shit"
Those words I hope she won't forget
Because, as far as I can see, we're a pretty good fit

You make me want to be a better man
To do the best that I possibly can
In such a short time, I don't understand

I hope you aren't put off by how I feel
I hope this is the start of something real
You are a woman for whom my heart can heal

My Heart Will Be Broken

In the time it takes
For two to conversate
I felt a quake
In my soul, so great

The thought that this might
Be slipping out of sight
Frightens me to my core
But I could not ask for more

I spent two days
Learning different ways
To make you smile
And to make you frown

I spent two days
Only a heartbeat away
From an apparent kindred soul

Now I lay awake wondering
What could be lying ahead
All that could have been said
And what it all means

I'm at a loss for words
As this poem winds to an end
I've found a girl worth pursuing
And I no longer have to pretend

The End

He hides in the shadows as she reaches her car.
Swiftly he comes up behind her,
Covers her mouth
Puts her in a blood choke.
"Go to sleep, bitch."
He hears her muffled cries from the backseat when she wakes up a few minutes later.
He has no sympathy.
There is a fear in her eyes unlike anything he's ever seen before.
It's exciting.
She finally feels his pain.
His sorrow and loss.
Or at least she will...

Upon reach the cabin,
He drags her by the hair out of the car.
Pulls her into the shack.
She looks around,
All over there are pictures,
There are memories.

He pulls a knife from his pocket.
Draws it across her face gently.
"You scared yet?"
Slice.
The first cut.
The blood trickles down her cheek.
Slice.
Another cut.
The blood trickles faster now.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Yet."
He smiles as he looks into her eyes.
It's the smile of a man with nothing to lose.
A smile that shows pain.
A smile that shows justified hate.
A smile of insanity.

Just when she thinks she sees
A glimmer of humanity in his eyes
The spark is gone.
More cuts.
A thousand tiny cuts.
Until she is screaming in pain.
Writhing, bound to the chair
SCREAMING IN PAIN

No one can hear her.
No one is there.
He is there
But his soul is empty.
Nothing to lose.

With her bleeding profusely from every inch of her skin,
He pours a bucket of salt water over her head.
She screams in agony.
He has no compassion for her.
He makes sure she's bound securely
Before he leaves for the day.

"I'll be back tomorrow
to pick up where I left off."