I wrote this while drinking tea with you, and I must say I'd rather be taking shots of ***** with you my love.

My broken pieces are scattered everywhere.
I'm bleeding, pleading for help as everyone just walks past me and over the mess.
I'm screaming.
The crowd is passing, not even glancing.
Fragile girl in this unscrupulous world.

You make me as happy as the stars in the night sky or a cup of coffee and photography.

Can't anybody see that I'm just a mess? A blue haired freak wonderin' the streets. Cigarertte in hand, blasting my bands and could give less of a **** about what you think.

Your eyes are the perfect shade of green, I swear mother nature had something to do with that.

He wore nothing other than black even in the summer, his crystal blue eyes reflected ocean-hues and had jet black ink that could slightly be seen under the sleeve of his tattered and torn Rolling Stones tee. That boy, he was quite a mystery, had the body language of a jigsaw puzzle not wanting to be mended, although it was all opaque to me, others saw him impenetrable, however, I read him like my favorite book. This boy is exactly like me intelligent yet covert, impassive and esoteric yet a universe full of secrets and unspoken thoughts. It seemed as if his soul was somber and consumed nothing but vacuity. But I saw a masterpiece, a messily painted work of art, and that was the beauty of it. Others saw chaos on a canvas while I saw every watercolored hue that completed the exotic illustration that was, Luke.

Come and lay your head down next to mine on this empty field of grass. Feel how soft the ground is all over your skin as all the clouds begin to pass.
Astonishing clouds all shapes and sizes drifting along in the sky. Cerulean images fill my colorful mind as we loose track of time. I float along with you ever changing, morphing oh so amazing these clouds above transform so quick the winds a blazing, while our eyes stay gazing at the view from up above.

You and I and these beachy vibes.
Swaying like the palm trees in the wind.
The California breeze blowing through our hair as we stay here perfectly still. We build barriers from sand and shells, to protect this moment from all the stares.

Dark and mysterious she is.

Reckless and bold she acts.

Drinks and pills she consumes.

Steamy, hot *** we produce.

Now she's gone.

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see.
My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to.
My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited.
My soul searches for another like me.

You're young and beautiful,
                         don't be scared              
     of being reckless and falling in love.
       Just run wild, and don't look back.

I wish I was a flower; such a beautiful sight to see, much too alluring and dandy that to be picked off the ground to die immediately. Oh I wish I was a flower be so wild and carefree for a short amount of time then die instantly.

I inhaled it wishing it would **** me,
although I'm already dead.
I crawled into the deepest, darkest parts of my head and came to conclusion that my cigarettes are better for me than you ever were.

My pen is a blade and the paper is my skin, my words cut deep as the blade does my wrist.

This blank canvas mocks me as I stare blanklessly at it.

I admire you deeply
every note, every sound.
I have never been in love
simply just loved,
I don't know
what it feels like
to be in love
but I feel like I'm all too
familiar to the feeling
every time I put on my headphones.

I wanna see new places, and meet new faces. Let's go on an adventure tonight?
We'll see all the stars, travel every road, and have a glance at everything in between.
We'll forget everything and live in the moment.
Lets get lost?
You and I.

Painting the things inside my head, while I'm on them meds. I was told that they would take me out of this deep hole that I dug myself into, but I'm just sinking deeper and deeper.

Putting on a smile seems so much easier than trying to explain all the pain that she has deep down inside.
She rolls up her sleeves convinced that she wasn't pretty anymore.
He traced all her scars though assuring that she was as perfect as she could ever be.

Hazel eyed boy so mysterious and abstruse, won't you let me explore you?
You seem so disclosed but let people know that you are one who won't let anything show. You're hard to read. Some have attempted and left your pages tattered and torn, just know that I have always been one that is up for a difficult read.

I know they said to not put your own happiness into other people, but this country boy has got my heart racing and my smile brighter than the sun.
I just hope this is right.

I was so sad that the word sad couldn't even begin to describe me anymore
I let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong, every living creature on earth dies alone.

I am dying, a slow and painful death it feels as if life is testing me with every single breath.

I live in shades of black and grey all I really want to do is get away. Let'***** this ****, and ditch this town, they won't miss us anyways.

I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you enjoy with such passion, and I absolutely adore your crooked smile that you have recently decided to grow fond of because you're trying to learn to love yourself more.
I also find it very attractive how you stutter and start looking at objects around me every time you find me starting blankly into your gorgeous green eyes to distract yourself from knowing that I'm looking at you.
I know you hate when people look at you, and I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I just get so lost in your starry eyes. How do you not know that there is a universe inside of you darling?

I'm an Adventurer,
I was born to travel this world
I shouldn't be tied down

I need to be free.

I have to be prepared
to set sail and explore
the deepest and the darkest,
the highest and the lightest
parts that this World has to offer me.

You're my 11 o'clock craving,

     my 12 o'clock mistake.

     My 1 o'clock headache,

      and my 2 o'clock hate.

I want to be someone.
Someone important.
I want to do something that
means everything to somebody out there.
I want to make a change, be a change.
Hear me out.
I want to be the difference.

When I look at you, the stars align
and I feel as if you are picking up my broken bits piece by piece. You make all the pain disappear, and help me forget all the scars as they fade away. I didn't know I was falling for you, I feel as if you complete me.
If only you felt the same way...

Every poem or song I write about you never seems to perfectly describe how I feel about you. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm free falling, on an endless flight through the clouds. Will you hold my hand as we fall together?

It's better to feel nothing,
I always feel like I'm drowning
So I pop a couple pills
to feel a kick of something.
The things I do to stay alive,
yet everyday feeling
like I rather die.

At age 5 she was starting to thrive
At age 6 she just wanted to play
At age 7 she wanted to be a doctor
At age 8 all the other kids mocked her
At age 9 she locked herself away
At age 10 she was there to stay
At age 11 she tore her skin
At age 12 all her emotions were caving in
At age 13 she was doing *******
At age 14 she was low everyday
At age 15 she tied the rope
and later on that night wrote this note:
"Thinking about this night, thought everything over twice. I can feel it getting the best of me, once again its trying to invent me... and so it has. Goodbye."
Shaking hands and swollen eyes, she kicked the chair.
As she dangled in the air, she didn't even think about the rest, and took her final breath.

I am a lonely sailor on the small boat of happiness. Tonight I feel as if the sea of depression will take a hold of me, and sink my ship, I will never be seen again.

I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.

Time freezes as I trace my fingers in patterns along the crevices of your skin, I crave you in the most innocent way possible. I want to touch you in places where my hands can not, I feel high off of your vibes.

The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.

I'm so ugly... but I really miss who I used to be.

I miss my clear lungs, not the ones that are presently black and filled with cigarette smoke.

I miss my clean wrists, not the ones that are now filled with tally marks.

I miss my mind that was once cleanly open minded and free to the world around me, not the one that now sees into 4th dimensions with drugs that are ******* me up.

I miss my fat thighs, not the ones that are still fat, but that now have countless scars across them.

I just really miss who I used to be.

I fell in love once before, and trust me I won't be doing that anymore. Boy, you completed me, and now you're nothing more than a memory. You were like my favorite song and you made me want to sing all night long.

All these emotions bottled up inside if only someone can see from the outside. It's a constant struggle between dragging a blade down my skin or just keeping everything within. I can't take this anymore though, I feel like being buried two feet wide and six feet deep, I'm sure nobody would weep. For now I'll just keep myself isolated for all of my happiness has drained away. I see how empty and dull my life has become, so I turned my wrists red so that my world wouldn't seem so dark anymore.

I am not here to stay and make my home in you, or with you.
I am nomadic.
I will tell you how much I love you knowing that I'll be gone the next day.
There are so many paths and I'm on my way, wherever I come to find myself I promise it's not for long, and I will not change.
This is for the best.

I see a clean piece of skin, please let me drag a blade through it my mind is telling me, "Come on you won't feel a thing.", even though I knew I was going to bleed. I lied to myself once again.
The pain was just so beautiful even though it lasted for a second, it was worth that small moment of happiness.

I went to the deep part of the sea,
wanted to dive in.
I can't swim.
I wanted to drown,
I would've been missing; Gone.
It finally wouldn't have been a dream.

I pretended I didn't have any scars on my body, and he pretended not to see any while we steamed up the windows in the car last night.

Although her scars are displayed for all to see, when I try to talk to her, she tries to hide them from only me.

This silence speaks more languages than words can ever understand, I'm losing myself.
You run through my mind and seep into my veins. Lately I've been craving you even more than usual, and you break my heart every night you fall apart. Just let me be your everything. I want to hold you close, skin on skin, hear every breath you inhale and exhale, and let our heartbeats have a conversation. I can't do anything but keep on loving you.

Gray clouds over my head, as I pick up my pen and bleed my heart out to the paper, my only friend. I'm trying to find myself, but these dark clouds resting upon me aren't helping, and I can't seem to find a dry spot on the ground.

I lie in bed, and toss and turn as my hazy head circulates with vivid images of you.

I think I'm in love.

Or that may just be the drugs kicking in.

Maybe if I cared, maybe if I tried, maybe if I changed, then he wouldn't be gone.
He would've stayed a little longer, and maybe even loved me a little harder, maybe if I bothered, you would've lasted a while longer.