I doodled a mini solar system on my homework today
It made me think about your eyes.
I want to travel through space and never come home
Go to the moon and never worry about the absence of gravity because your mind pulls me in just the same.

I was Vivacious, lively, wild.
A girl who was wild and free.
I was the romantic,  the addict.
the unhealthiest of combinations.

With you
I confused
Trust with Lust.

they say you wanted this from the first moment, and in the end you were deadly.

there was no middle ground
you would **** all on this earth,
setting the place on fire and
the water cannot save me
        if you cannot have me.

it is okay to be breakable,
to never rely on anything as indecisive as chance.
to be fake, be secretive
to stop giving it more attention than it needs.

Temptation lies ahead.
but romance is still alive, if you put forth the effort.

I need to learn to fall in love with a person- not just the idea of
falling
        in
     love.
I should know by now that I can be
deeply emotional or completely merciless,
there can be no in between.

I am a Mermaid,
I am a Phoenix ,
I will rise from the ashes of this broken love and break free of the tides that have all but drowned me over the years.

You have no power over me.

I am Vivacious, lively, wild.
A girl who is wild and free.
I AM the romantic, I will always be the addict.
the unhealthiest of combinations,

but also the most exciting.

The moon has been cancelled

We apologise for inconvenience caused

Denying stigma of bided truth
You're still breathing, this is proof
Stagnant lies with poignant breaths
You chose this fate
You created this mess

Denying truth will only make you bided
No matter how fluctuated life is
Circles of contempt will never end

Rotating to the eminent truth
You'll be stuck in this loop hole
Repetitions of remorse will tire you out
It's never too late if you just shout

Shout for forgiveness
Shout for compassion
The fallen you condemned
The innocent you slaughtered

The devil always waiting by the gate
The time when the angels die
That's when you realized it's too late

Listening to these depressing songs.
It's ironically giving me the will to be strong,
And I don't mind if they're being played for long.
They're making the oceans of my heart rift,
Letting my soul drift in the cold water.

Staring up into the sun,
Ironically it seems fun.

Dipping in my own sorrow,
Urging me to press play,
Again and again,
Making me feel a little bit insane.

I'm enjoying dwelling in my inexplicable pain,
Making me realize,
That maybe,
Sometimes,
One can be happy by just being sad.

silent is the mourning
when crying seems inadequate
for the hurt.

Why do mourning and morning
sound so alike?

For mourning is the kind
of thing
for endings

And mornings
Are more like
Beginnings