My life is over
I'm sober
but I have nothing to show for it

I know longer try
to die
but it doesn't mean I'm happy

I just want you
I'm blue
but you've already stopped listening

The sky is falling
I'm bawling
but your arms feel so hollow

I've cleaned up my act
please take me back
I'll do anything

The first breath
Of beautiful death!

Oh how I crave
To be in a grave!

Its my destiny
To rest-in-peace!

It doesn't matter how I put it.
Would it?

Because know matter how
I write it down
I'll still be found
in the ground

Pitter patter
doesn't matter
arms extended in flight,
head held back in delight

Always lying
Slowly dying
Still crying
Quickly sighing
Never trying

our clothes flung to the floor
my bedsheets rumpled
our hearts racing
my hands shaking

Our bodies intertwined
his voice soft
our awkward laughs
his hungry gaze

our fumbling fingers
my hushed moans
our love shining
his beautiful smile

I started growing my hair out when I met you.
The strands that had once curled under my chin
are freely flowing down my back.

My hair twists and tangles,
gets bushy before I can even blink
there's never a time I'm not running a brush through it.

I've hated the feeling of long hair ever since I was little,
snatching the scissors whenever I saw so much as a split end.
I shouldn't have let it linger this long.

But I like the way you play with my silky strands,
the way you smiled that one time you told me it was pretty,
the way you brush it out of my face before you kiss me

I started growing my hair out when I met you,
and just like my hair
my love for you will never stop growing

I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself