Scrapbook

My scrapbook of lyrical ramblings
has fallen apart at the seams,
I've done my best to fix it,
but the pages are ripped
the spines been cracked,
I taped it together with layers of my love,

Held within the lines
I will detail my pain,
as if it could help me,
but there is no saving
my scrapbook of misery,

I think if I could
find someone,
then they could show me
that there is beauty,
and there is meaning,
then I wouldn't sleep
with the lies I keep
inside my head,
like it's worth noticing
my scrapbook of anymosity,

My scrapbook of memories
I keep close to my heart,
so I will always remember
my former lovers,
only they could see me
as a moonbeam,

Scribbling the codes and keys,
from the light refracted at me,
in my scrapbook of fantasies
I will decipher the knowledge
that has failed to reach us,

Deep in the pages you will reside
because I'm trapping you,
inside of a melody,
there you will be safe
in my scrapbook of poetry,
I will return to you
the day I find what's eating me,

My scrapbook of mystery
will reveal the meaning
of love and to be love,
I just hope it is enough.