"Just one more time."
she said
"Then I'll stop."

but such comfort
in pain

it stays when
nobody else does

and that almost
makes it
worth it.

do not
call me beautiful

tell me that even
in the depths of
sorrow
you see me.

tell me that you see
how it lights up my heart
when a pretty sunset
ends my day.

tell me that you see
the way I talk
when I'm describing my
favorite book.

tell me that you see
everyday I tear myself down
and tell me you hate it,
tell me to stop

tell me that you see
my heart and my soul
not just the visibility

every time someone leaves
they take a piece of me with them
but what happens when I have nothing left
what happens when they take it all
leaving me with nothing
no more heart
No more soul
no more love
Is that the goal?
piece by piece
I fade away
and one day
I will cease to exist

They always ask me why I make myself sad
No one ever taught me to be happy
being sad is better than feeling nothing at all
Better than that numbness
It consumes you
Breaks you
Freezes your heart over
Until you feel nothing
Until you don’t care about anything at all
I Just want to feel something
Anything
So I sit alone
And cry
Because it’s the only thing I know how to do

I’m in love with life
I love waking up early to watch the sunrise
Going with the flow, everything’s a surprise
Spending all my time with friends
Long car rides, nights that never end
Sitting on the roof staring at the stars
Thinking the whole would is ours
even the bad days
When you’re just sitting in a haze
Wondering when it’s gonna get better
But so what if it doesn’t get better
At least your alive
At least you feel something

Fall in love with life
Never regret anything
Enjoy every second of everyday
Even the bad ones
Because you only get one chance
One chance at this beautiful thing we call life

“Have you ever been in love?”She asked
“I don’t think so,” he replied

If you were in love you would know it
Because it’s different
Different that your average crush
Or your summertime fling

You care so much and you don’t realize what you got yourself into
Until it’s too late
Until you’ve fallen

“I fell in love once,” she said.
He was a kind smart wonderful boy
And I loved him
But he didn’t love me

There’s a reason why we call it falling in love
Not rising
It’s the art of the fall
You don’t know if someone will catch you
you don’t know how bad it’s going to hurt

But sometimes we can be so so careful
And still fall

You look at the sky while I look at you
You see all the stars
And I see them too
But for the most part I only see you