I didn't say yes, either
but babe, no amount of shower
can wash away your touch.

Not even brushing my teeth,
I can still taste your mouth.

It's not love, not even close
the difference was
you acted like it was real,
I didn't even had to act.

Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

Who am I to say
What I feel
After all, I’m just a girl
Trying to live in a harsh world
Seeming like people
Are dying to hurt her
And never knowing who’s on my side

Life last only
a short time

So few love
Can ever be shared

So few words
Can ever be said

It is not an illusion
my reason why ,
I bleed poetry

To make my life magic
Before I fade away

Second best

I know it
You know it
We all know it
I'm second best

I wish I was first
I wish I could do something to change it
Why can't I why cant you just love me more why are you letting me live this way

Why I wish I didn't feel like this I want to love him but I can't it's to hard to painful why do I hate her so much why do I hate her is because she spoken the truth is it because she said what they did I don't know but when I hear her name Im like a ball of flames

I just need you go be my water and put it out and leave it out why can't that happenen I'm I not worth it

Not just moving up a ladder but getting to the intelligence of which the ladder is made.



Not just climbing the Tree of Life higher and higher

But getting to the Sap, the Intelligence of which the Tree is made.



And this is Joy–our own Self–All.

All.

All.