The other day you knocked me down
with your harsh words etched in stone
as I let the rocks cut into me
My thoughts screamed
you're alone
you're alone
you're alone.

I wonder if the reason
Stars are so powerful is because
They are made of our atoms,
We feel so many emotions,
All of those emotions in one place
Must cause a lot of power
Or maybe we are powerful because we
Are made of theirs

Do not fall in love with a poet
If their lifestyle will grow old
Do not fall in love with a poet
If you do not want your story told

I try to chose my words carefully because
One wrong word can change
The whole meaning of the
Cranberry.

Show me you care,
Because I'm starting to feel
Like nothing to you.

I'm just biding my time, waiting, just waiting, to disappear

I truly love the rain
and the dark grey skies
I love to sit and watch the Earth
as it gently cries.
It is cathartic
and artistic
it's peaceful.
it's simplistic.

Eat
Sleep
Think about you.
Going
too fast
I'm falling for you.
They tell me you're toxic
I know that it's true
Hell, I'm in trouble
I don't know what to do.

I remember you saying
"Oh I see what game you're playing".
But to me, it was never a game,
But I guess you didn't think the same.

As of right now
There is only one thing
I want.
And that is you.

Before you walk away I want you to know,
you were my hardest goodbye and my favourite hello.

If you want to keep me in your life
Then prove it to me.
I want to be there for you.
But only if you let me.
Say the words and I'll let you go.

As we watch the rain hit the ground
you ask me "why does it keep coming down?"
With a sad and dull look in your eyes,
one that reflected the mood of the skies,
and I tell you, "The bigger the clouds grow,
The brighter and more beautiful the rainbow"

I'm sick of pulling the petals
Off of flowers
That you didn't give me,
Trying to figure out
If you like me.

Don't tell me you know me
Until you have known my scars
Until you have met all of my demons
Do not tell me you know me
Until you have seen all the missing pieces of my soul
Do not tell me you know me
Until you have danced with me on the flames that are my heart
And do not get to know me
If you are too scared to burn.

The curtains close
And leave me in a suffocating darkness.
My senses shut down
And I feel trapped.
My depression, the only thing in the room that I can acknowledge
Sweeps me into her arms
And comforts me with the idea
Of eternity.

You are not driftwood, so don't go with the flow.

She looked death
Right in the face,
Smiled and said
"Not today".
The image of him
Draining away
Along with her stash
Of pills.

I'm spiraling so fast
That I can't grab onto
Anything

Some scars will last forever
as stories written on our skin,
They tell the stories of our past
and all the places you have been.
They were left there for a reason
to remind you that you're strong
for all those cold, hard, bitter days
when it gets harder to go on.

She is a soul made of fire
In a world that is too afraid to burn.

I just want it all
To go away.

How do I make it
All go away?

It was in that moment
In the middle of the street
Late at night,
When my world was falling
Apart that you put
Your arms around me,
And for a second I thought
That maybe everything
Would be okay.

I like sad things.
Sad things make me happy.
Sad things make me feel
Less alone

You are a shining star
dancing in the night
there's so much power in you
that's why you burn so bright,
but sometimes clouds roll over
and block out all your shine
but don't worry they will break soon
you just have to give it time.

I just want to hear you say
that you hate the word goodbye
as much as I do.

Me: "You don't want me?"

You: "I don't want to break your already broken heart"

Me: "I don't care, that will only mean that I have more pieces to love you with"

I'm done with
Pulling the petals
Off of flowers.
Trying to figure
Out if you like me,
When I already know
The answer.

We all look for
that thing that makes
our souls ignite;
that thing is called
LOVE

She lives and breathes
Poetry and that
Is why she walks around
With a constantly broken
Heart.

Oh, Aphrodite I pray to thee
Find someone for me to love
And bring their heart to me.

I sit here and wonder what it would be like to fly
Go
Up
Up
Up
And tell the world goodbye.

I miss you like the desert misses the rain.
You are nothing but a mere whisper of a memory.

And I love you
The way that poets love 2 AM.
For they provide muse and memories otherwise forgotten.

Some people get drunk through
Alcohol
Through other people's love,
The intimacy of a kiss.
I get drunk off of
The poetry you speak.

I thought you were my medicine,
Turns out you were my poison.

Bruises and scars.
My fists are hard
the walls are harder.

Her hands are covered in countless scars
From all the time she tried to grab the stars,

Oh the things we do for love.
We go to war,
We ****,
We lie,
We steal,
We cheat.
But one of the saddest of all
Is we try to be someone everyone else loves
Rather than loving ourselves.

Am I alive or just breathing?
I'm a goner but my heart's still beating.
My sleeves are red and I'm still bleeding.
I'm at the edge and I'm falling.
Somebody save my soul.

Just biding time, don't mind me.

Come outside with me
and we can stand in the rain
it's truly amazing
how it can wash away the pain.
Now look down at your scars
count them while you do
because they are and will remain as proof
of all the times you made it through.

My depression
Has changed the colors of the world
But how fond I have grown
Of the shades of blue and grey
In which I live

I came to you
with all of my insecurities
tattooed on my soul.
And the words
"I'm sorry"
dripping from my tongue.

You met me with tenderness
patience
and open arms.
and filled me with so much love
that for the first time
I felt safe.

As your lips find their home against mine
Our breathing becomes one
And I can’t help but feel
Like we were put on this earth
For this very moment

All I want
Is someone to
Love me
For me

Don't tell me you know what it's like
until you can see everyone around you breathing
but your lungs are burning
from the lack of air.

There are three ways pain
changes someone.
It can make them.
It can break them.
Or they can learn
to love the fire.

People are like bars of soap:
The tighter you hold on
The more they slip away.

I am nothing but a bottle
filled all the way to the top
just waiting for the flood inside me
to sweep me away.

She was both the storm
And the sanctuary
At once.
A comforting ferocity
The kind of storm you would readily run into
Instead of away from