Tell me
How to be pretty
How to be smart
How to be selfless
Or tell me
How to stop eating for a ******* week
How to cheat without getting caught
How to act like anything ******* matters
Just keep telling me how to ******* lie.

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Just venting.

Love ya <3

Time falls like leaves in Autumn.
Red. Brown. Gold.
Beautiful,
but mourning the loss of something new.
It's those fleeting moments
of smiles and laughter that make us the saddest.
It's getting used
to the mounds of silence
just have it blown away
by a gust of wind.

And to think-
to remember in these ten seconds-
that we screamed till our throats
were torn and tattered.
Now knowing none of it
was necessary
and regretting how righteous
it felt ripping out the pages
we could have written to fill the blankness
before darkness came down with its iron fist.

Tired and sleepy
aren't the same thing

Sleepy
is when he kisses her on the cheek
Tired
is when it's too much to speak

Sleepy
is when whispered in her ear
"sweet dreams my love"
Tired
is when she cried into her pillow
"he is my nightmare"

Tired and sleepy
aren't the same thing

I'm scared
of their cannons,
the bullets they tuck inside their corpses.
I'm terrified
they'll take it all before the dawn.
That they'll put out the fire,
the world's last embers of desire.
That they'll pull the breath from our lungs
till we're all just metal machines
with poisonous tongues.
Oh, I'm always saddest
as the silence breaks.

You think love is a potion in a bottle.
It's a bullet in the barrel.

Why break your heart,
when you could break everything in the shadow of a cliff.

You think love is the thread of a tapestry.
It's a knot in the rope.

Why fall in love with perfection,
when you could just put a gun to your head?

She's always looking past the glass,
into the vacant skies
brimmed with thunder clouds.
So feverish for beauty she can't avow,
and sick with all the lies.

He's never palpable,
a ghost at the table
poisoning his lovers and their wine.
Slithering up the puppet strings,
like a snake on a vine.

She spends days in the grim,
dancing in ballet shoes
on top of broken boards...
For him.