Society killed the girl
So desperate for
affection

This temporary emptiness
feels equivalent to a million wine glasses.

You're fragile, drunk, and dying.

The Weight Of You
Was Too Much
For My
Shoulders

The river's current was supposed to be weakened by the barricade
but the bags of sand and the bricks of clay that once gave her closure,
reside years beneath her murky water.
Where do broken hearts go?
Do they get lost at sea?
Do they float?
Do they still beat?
Or do they find a home?
Perhaps it will reside with the girl
who thought her warmth could thaw he who was cold and ******.
She couldn't, though,
because his alluring bed of rocks broke more than just her bones.
Because you see, her barricade that was weakened by the river
caused her lungs to fill with that murky water.
She wasn't lost.
She didn't float.
There was no longer a heartbeat,
so she no longer had a home.
When I looked myself in the mirror,
I couldn't help but choke.

His love is infinite
It's not measured in quantities
There are no limitations
There are no boundaries
His love pierces my heart
Sharper than any dagger
He who burns brighter
than any fire
My guide through the dark
I've lost my lighter
Keep me from breaking
My resilient fighter

I remember how much it hurt
I shattered with just one touch
That's all it took
Not to just break my walls
You demolished them
You found your happiness
While I couldn't help but sink
Sink down into the emptiness
I'd soon call my life
You let me drown
desperately trying
to escape my own mind
It felt like an eternity
You watched me run
You're the one who chased me
But I still thank you
for helping me recognize
Even evil can appear beautiful
I lived it
I survived

The
Reality
Of
Living
Killed
Me

If every song I wrote to you
would take your breath away
Then why am I suffocating?

Some call me insane
But it's my sanity that made me this way

I've never been in love
But I'm in love already
I'm in love with love
I'm in love with the idea of love
in love with the love that will love me too
But that love is what I fear
What if love never comes?
What if it was never real?

So, here's the thing.
I think I forgot how it feels to be alive.
I know what you're thinking
how could you ever forget something
so simple, so mindless, so ******* beautiful
such as the life that chose to be lived by you?
It's complicated, exhausting, and honest-to-god terrifying.
I've never been more afraid to be afraid
But I'd be lying to you if I said
I would ever give up trying.
I'm slowly learning not to sink
through loving, learning, heart-beating.
I'm remembering the concept you could not grasp
Happiness is nothing but a feeling.

How amazing is it
that human beings have the capacity to love things?
My heart, she
is a muscle,
an *****,
a symphony in my body.
Her tissue is made up of courage and strength,
but she shows me;
It's okay to be weak.
I love her,
more than I have loved anything.
Her positivity flows through my veins,
the beauty of my bloodstream.
She is the reason I think and breathe;
for that, I owe her everything.

Interesting how my story
hasn't been written yet
But somehow
you know
all the
words.

As her rest became a permanent slumber
Her garden is left a mess
A mess of everything that is wrong
A mess of broken promises
A mess of missed opportunities
A mess of lost memories
She was once a beautiful flower
Now all that's left are **weeds