**** you, loose woman,

**** you, ***** *****,

Whose thoughts hold no weight,

Except concern for your next score.



**** the body which craves so much,

**** the heart which will not love,

Yet masks itself so well,

In a heartbreak masquerade.



**** the thoughts that ****,

**** the tongue that is not held,

No matter how hard you try,

It will never connect to your mind.



**** the pain that stabs,

**** the strongest feelings,

Because despite how hard you try,

You'll never be good enough anymore.



**** that boy,

**** what he did,

None of it should matter to you anymore,

Because you're nothing but a *****.



**** the skin so soft,

**** the eyes so smoky,

That he cannot even help,

But to touch you all the time.



**** your curved sweet spine,

**** your long smooth legs,

That he can't control himself,

That he has to take you in your sleep.



**** the childish innocence,

**** the sweet naivete,

That you trusted him,

That you couldn't stop him.



**** the pain inside,

**** the hate you feel for him,

When it was all your fault,

Yet there was nothing you could do.



**** the world,

**** it all,

When there's nothing you can do,

Yet all you do is fall.

I write about my pain and my sorrow,
and I try not to think,
about any bliss or happiness I may feel inside.

I fill myself with hate and despair,
I dwell upon the dark,
and not let any light shine in.

I do not let myself know love nor hope,
for I cannot let myself feel,
in this backwards, mirror world.

Beware of the fire.
It burns,
It ravages,
It kills.

Beware of the smoke.
It stings,
It suffocates,
It kills.

Beware of the water.
It drowns,
It pushes,
It kills.

Invite the fire.
It warms,
It brightens,
It brings life.

Invite the smoke.
It alerts,
It saves,
It brings life.

Invite the water.
It cools,
It quenches thirst,
It brings life.

You are something newly discovered,
rare and beautiful to me.
You are my waking and sleeping thought,
and most of the ones in between.
You are a puzzle,
a question with answers undiscovered.
You are a song,
constantly rising on my lips,
You are a melody,
my heart aligns its rhythm to.
You are you,
and you are perfect for me.

Is this what it feels like?

How it feels to move on?

I feel like I'm flying,

like this cannot be wrong.


If I fall in love,

Will it feel like betrayal?

My heart sings its song,

And it no longer feels frail.


And I've learned to give up,

On hating the world,

But I still hesitate,

To give it a whirl.


Instead I sit here,

Blushing bright red,

Letting sweet words,

Rush to my head.

Love is lost, but not forever,

Because when I feel alone and hurt,

I just remember our time together,

And my life I reassert.

There once was a man named Lymerick,

And sadly he was very sick,

But he wanted a kiss,

Though his love was amiss,

so he stuck with kissing the broomstick!