There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest.

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare.

There is a poem
on the tip
of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you.

You are a masterpiece.

I don't love you - MCR

Well, when you go
So never think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
When after all this time that you still owe
You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Baby, get out while you can
When you go
And would you even turn to say
I don't love you like I did yesterday
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe
Another time was just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Baby, get up while you can
When you go
And would you even turn to say
I don't love you like I did yesterday
Well, come on, come on
When you go
Would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday

I love you,
I promise.

I really do


Remember that, okay?



Whatever you'll hear about me






Just remember

I just locked myself in a bathroom stall during our school break and cried, listening to 'Michael In The Bathroom' on repeat.

I don't think I'm okay anymore

sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems