Im angry.
Angry that you cant seem to understand the meaning of get out or stay away.
Angry that you still hang around in the back if my mind.
But you're not the only one im angry at.
Angry at myself for not building a taller, stronger wall.
Im angry at my mind for not trying harder to kick you out.
There's just too much anger and I'm too proud to let it out.
This toxic anger thays combined with sadness is too dangerous for the world.
So I keep it locked up inside, away from you.
Its something that is making me a monster but I'd rather it be that way than risk seeing you get
hurt.

Do not run.
You know not of the
speed that I have within me.
Thinking that you
are helping; saying that
this is for me.
But in reality, this is turning me into
a punctured balloon;
Deflating me slowly.
But even thus, a punctured balloon moves quickly while flying
through the air.
Chasing you with all the wind
it has left inside of it.
And if I fail to chase you
I will suffer, as
the ***** inside of me that symbolises love and life, will
end up as nothing more than just a
deflated balloon; deflated of the love
that it once had.

You are a book.
One with a beautiful font and an amazing plot.
Filled with such extravagant words and wrapped by the most humble of covers.
The temptation to read you is unbearable but I am afraid that I am not advanced enough to read such an astounding piece of literature.

I looked into her eyes. I saw the fear, the sorrow, the guilt and the pain in her eyes. But after a while only had I realised; that what I saw in her, was the reflection of my own emotions.

I live in fear.
A fear of being judged.
I yearn for your innocent touches. I just want to dance in the rain,go on a date,hold your hand, give you pecks on the cheek, show the love that I have for you,without having to look around or have second thoughts.
But I can't.
There is just too much hate from the world.
I fear of the comments, the stares,the disgust,the rejection. Even though I know that I shouldn't.

I guess im just a hopeless romantic;
born into a world that is not easy on my love.

This weird feeling in me.
It ******* hurts.
Why the **** cant you just leave me alone.
Im tired of crying over something
that probably meant nothing to you.
Im not even joking.
Like, what the **** just get out.
But no matter how much I hate to admit it, I want you to stay.
And because of that, my mind is just so ****** up right now.
No matter how much I try to hate you, I end up still missing you and for that this endless cycle of
hating and missing repeats itself till  god knows when.
I want it to end but yet I dont.

Going through the day without doing anything is nothing.
Living your life without taking risk and having adventures is nothing. Living your life without crazy adventures, stupid
decisions, heartbreaks and happiness is not living.
It just means that you
are merely existing.

She was the ocean and I was the sailor who loved the sea with all of my heart.I fought every sea monster to make sure that she was safe. I stayed during he hottest of days and the hardest of rains. But when the storm came by; she left me there dying in chaos and madness. But I didn't care; the storms were the things that made me stay anyways.

You are the sun; magnificent and beautiful. I am the moon. Shining bright at night. But without you, I am nothing but a rock in the sky.

I hate it so much.
The feeling of self doubt.
Constantly wondering wether I am boring you.
Thinking why you would even keep talking to me.
I keep feeling like you're going to realize that I am not worthy of your time and when you have had enough, you would just leave.
Self doubt; its killing me from the inside and I keep convincing myself that I am wrong.
But in the end I was right; like I always am.
You had enough.
You left

Blue skies.
They were your favorite.

When the sky resembled
the ocean and it was full of clouds.

They were your sanctuary.
Looking up whenever in distress
or confusion.

No matter how hard someone tried
to give you something that wasnt blue, they would always fail.

Blue was your happy colour; your calm colour. You look at it when you cry,when in anger and in need of cheering up.

But for some reason, you always make an exception for the blazing fiery sunsets.

They're so far apart from blue,
but you stay outside to
enjoy it anyway.

Remember that day where you fell down and I laughed so hard but in the end I picked you up and gave you a peck on the cheek? Remember that day where we we're at the beach and it started to rain so we took shelter inside the cave and watched the raindrops? Remember when we we're singing to The Smiths all night and the next day we woke up with sore throats? Remember that day where you we're so angry that you kept throwing punches at me and all I did was hug you and kissed your forhead?  Remember that day where I went to your house only to find out that you had another? Now thanks to you, whenever I go to the beach,  I have raindrops falling from my eyes. Every time I listen to The Smiths my throat turns sore from crying so hard. Thanks.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy
if I could say how much.
                                                                      -SHAKESPEARE-

You like yellow but
I am violet.
The real question is,
why would a girl
that loves yellow to the
core of her heart,
would even bother to
pick a violet in a field of sunflowers.

Her kisses were like wine. They left me craving for more even though I knew, that in the end I would be the one with a hangover.