i can't help but wonder
about our kindled fire;
about our light-
almost illuminated;
about the dazzling star in our night sky
that faded

You look at me
Like I'm the only girl you see
Your eyes tell me:
I'm the most beautiful creature
But now I see
That could never be
'Cause now you're leaving me
And there's nothing left of me

You took my breath away
And searched my soul;
Told me everything nice
And everything- lies.
You made me believe
Everything you were trying to deceive
But now I see
It was all a make-believe

Now you're letting me go
With nothing left of my soul
You act like it was nothing
While I stand here,
Still not understanding
I hope you're happy
That you had dragged me
Back into reality
Where faith, trust and pixie dust,
Never really existed

You took me for awhile
Into illusions and fantasies
You made me hope for more
I'm sorry
I didn't realize,
that was all

I would be filled with bliss
To see you happy
Even if it will tear me apart
To see you with someone;
Because *love IS sacrificial

This is the start of something beautiful.
'Cause your friends look good, but you look better.

Always trust in yourself.
Like you've been winning all the time.

Don't let your crown fall down.
Princesses and future queens practice that.

I love science
But I wish I still wondered
why the sky is blue

I adore silence
but i wish innocence
can still be heard

In the serenity
I didn't choose
In the questions
i was forced to conclude

Slow down, make time to see me
Carry, all that i gave you
Today
we ruin the weak ropes
that tied us together
to wound us forever.
This time
September, remember
The cold, we dissever
admit that i'd rather
break what we discovered

Cut the ropes
I'll watch you go
Snip the pieces
and let me throw
All the biggest
mistakes that we
should have mowed
awhile ago

It never was that I loved a cigarette,
more than you.
Just that I knew every morning,
when I rolled over,
my smokes would still be on the nightstand.
But your keys would be gone.

I wish they clipped
the wings off Icarus's back
before he took flight.

It would have been easier that way.

He could have stayed flightless,
some sort of meatsack
with little wax stumps
growing out of his back,
not unlike those of trees.

The story of Icarus
was not made to scare us
away from flying
too close to the sun.

The story of Icarus
was made to scare us
from flying at all.

Don't call me a fool
just because I don't fit your bill.
I am made of mistakes
and ugly laughter.
I am a before,
a right now,
and a happy little after.

I am gritted teeth
and burnt roast beef
and tired eyes
and skinny lies
and bloated bellies
and tiny tellies.

I am shattered hearts
and missing parts
and miniskirts
and false new starts.

I am that one channel
your parents don't let you watch,
or a giant, messy void
called a black ink splotch.
I am peer pressure,
irresponsibility,
and midnight crises
pushed into a fleshbag
to walk around the world.

Don't control my life
just because you can't control
your own.
I have my own place in this world-
-a place called the throne.