Failure.
What defines it?
Who gave its final definition?
Do you want to know what I hear when it commits suicide off someone's lips?
I hear my name.
These cold fingers break from the warmth of this weakness.
Silence infiltrates my intentions, my regrets.
Do you want to know how I feel when it commits suicide off someone's lips to mine?
I feel every dull color outline and shade my every imperfection.
How can I be in the dark when I'm in the spotlight?
I can feel my heartbeat shiver at every fainting echo.
Do you want to know what I see when it commits suicide off your lips to mine?
I see every scar and bruise left by words to comfort and kill.
And I say "forgiveness" like I expect the word to bury itself.
The ground is covered with flower pedals from my plucking in search for unreachable answers.
I wear this phony smile like a bandage on a wounded place.
And as my rusty dreams are lowered into the ground, I turn my head in disgust of this bittersweet.
Do you want to know why I am who I am today?
Do you want to know what makes me strive to be so much more?
Failure.
It's the only thing that defines success.