I’m not conventionally nice.
I don’t throw glitter in smiles and love by eyes
I don’t ask if you need help, because I know you don’t
I know I’m not conventionally nice
But I will ask you how your day was and what troubles your brain at night
I will let you talk about what keeps your eyes glistening and what allows your smile to last
I will let you hold my hand as you go through unbearable times
But I’m not conventionally nice
I will love you and when I do, I’ll never stop not because I’m nice
But because if I’m committed to you heart, I’ll forever remain committed
You can’t expect me to seem the sweetest, because I will disappoint you
But you can expect little notes of poetry and small love letters
I’ll will always remind you to eat and sleep well
And I’ll always tell you when something isn’t good for you
Because even if I’m not conventionally nice
I’m full of love and life for you

My first love was real love —
absolute, pure bliss.
An innocent lie,
but what good love story isn't?

My second love was lust —
passionate, destructive lust.
A hedonistic trip,
but what great love story isn't?

My third love was safe —
conventional, traditional safety.
A step back for feminism,
but what ****** love story is not?

You turn around,
You call my name
But I no longer believe the same;
There's paper stacked upon your window pane.

The clocks are worn,
My boots are torn,
They've come some way since they were born
And things that shine often do not conform.

A whisper here
Is a thunder there,
A glass of wine to lay it bare;
Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare.

You don't run fast
Because you must;
It's fine to break out from your crust
And build a smile that's free from all your lust.

We're far apart
But all the same;
Forget the shapes and forms and blame
And you will see we walk down the same lane.

I walk through eyes
So close and distant
Depending on how long the instant;
Some grow warm while others grow resistant.

He Is On With His As Usual.. LIFE
But He's struggling Even Today..
Sometimes Feels Strong, Sometimes Weak..
This Is He's Least Favorite.. LIFE
He Lost Everything For Some'..
But Why He Did Not Stop He's Tears For You
Love..
He Lost Her In Light..
The Light Of Tears Of Ocean​
As These Memories Stays So Vivid..
Just Like He Can't Remember Stuff From
Last Week..
Those Moments..
They Started To Stare Back At Him...
Moments He Doesn't Remember Them..
But They Remember Him..
As He Just Turn Around.. And There They Are..
STARING..
As This Is He's Least Favorite Life..
   -Pacific_P

Oh no
This can't be happening to me
Oh no
It's not the way it should be
Oh no
It doesn't fit with my plan
Oh no
It's not the way it began
Oh no

Black and white dreams
Less conventional
            it seems
Yet,
         I still believe
That too
    many
colors
Can fade out
        the true meaning
And if
       I dream of death
Then it's *just
                   the beginning

For in the end
it will be the belief
in my
potential
and the hatred
of the
conventional
that kills me.