She covers her body in art
Hoping one day someone will look at her
And think her beautiful

I can't get enough
Of your Teddy bear love

Tell me,
Was my love not enough?
No, of course it was enough,
I loved you with everything I had.
You were just to blind to see it.
And now as your world keeps spinning on
Il be stuck standing still
Waiting for you to come unfreeze me

To let all of my love flow free
Would be to unleash a tempest
That I don't think anyone can handle
Quite yet
So I'll remain a single raindrop
In the storm of emotion
And shower you with my love
Little by little

Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth

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 think it's hard to give you up
For the same reason a drug addict keeps going back,
The high is amazing,
Regardless of how deadly it is.

And then you showed up
And discovered a part of me
That I never even knew existed

My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.

My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.

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

Wake up
Go to work
Lay in bed alone
Feeling the crushing weight
Of loneliness
And all my past mistakes.

Repeat

Come now,
the rain.
Wash the blood off my hands,
wash the scars off my heart.

Teetering on the edge of my existence,
I do not fear death.
As she extends her hand to me
She whispers promises of infinite
peace
And happiness
And nothingness
As I look into her luring eyes
I finally feel at ease
with everything I’d leave behind

I suppose it’s a good thing
That I don’t gamble
Because I would’ve lost it all
Betting on us

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.

You gave him entire galaxies
But in his mind
All he saw was a single planet.

You can look but you won't find
The girl that you left behind.

I long for the days of in between.
The days where I don’t feel like I’m drowning
Or dying of thirst.

My life is a game
Of jenga.
The blocks are everything I love
But the tower is falling
So fast.
And the pieces bounce off
Of my hands as I try to catch them.
At the end of the day
I have nothing.

I don't think I'm scared of letting people in,
I'm scared of my monsters escaping,
And for you to really see what transpires
In my mind.

I wish for a love
As romantic
As the moon

I think relationships
Are like phases of
The moon.
Someone slowly enters
Your life, becomes a big part
And then slowly fades away.

The moon
Was the only thing
To ever see
Her scars.

The question is never how,
But why?

Suddenly you transformed
Into a broken mirror.
All of the ugly, fragmented shards
Of my soul
Staring right back at me.

What if all of this has been for nothing?
What if I’m not meant to be saved?

These feelings I have for you
Are too much for me.

No one ever sees the signs until it's
Too late.

It's not what you said,
But the silence you left
That cut through me
Like a knife.

Oh honey,
you're not strong enough
to handle me.

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

Someone please save me
I'm starting to choke
All the words I never said
Are getting caught in my throat.

If I ever saw you again
I would say
I'm sorry.
For everything that I've done.
But since I know I won't
I'll just scatter the words
In poems that I know
You'll never read.

Tell me, do you miss me?
Do you think of me at night?
Do you wish that,
You could hold me
And tell me that everything's alright
Do you hear me in the songs you sing
Or see me in all the little things
You do.
Cause those are all the things
I want to tell you.

She kisses her demons
More than she kisses
Actual boys.

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.

I guess the step I took
Was too heavy.
The thin ice finally broke
And we are slowly sinking
To the bottom.
Unable to breathe,
Conscious every second.

As I once again start to lose my balance
I wonder
How far will I have to plummet
Before I reach the net.

We are lucky enough to be a chapter
in the Universe's storybook.
Let's make it a good one
Worth reading!

I hate that I’m not stronger
I hate that I’m so scared
I hate the control that you still have
I hate that I still care
I hate that I can’t cut you off
That my lips can’t say goodbye
I hate that you still make me laugh
I hate that you still make me cry.
I hate that the only time I write
Is when I’m writing about you
That after everything that’s happened
Your love is still my muse.  
I hate the fact that I still love you
Even if it’s not the same
I hate that we’re in this ******* mess
And I’m the one to blame.
But mostly I wish I hated you
As much as I hate me
Cause maybe then I would be happier
Maybe then I’d finally feel free.

I loved you with my entire heart
my entire soul
my entire existence.
Every broken part of me
belonged to you.

She wasn't the kind of person
Who sobbed loudly.
No.
She was the kind of person
Who hid her tears from everyone.
Who cried late at night when
Everyone else was asleep.
Who had to grab her stomach
To hold herself together.
Who silently gasped for air.
Who had no one but the moon
To comfort her

The goal is to climb the mountain
Not carry it.

My body feels
So hollow.
I never knew how heavy
Emptiness could be.

My existence
Just
Feels
So
Heavy

I can't discern left
From right when
I'm with you,
How am I supposed to
Think straight?

I won't tell you to not be sad
Because someone out there has it worse,
Because often times, there's nothing worse
Than being stuck in your own mind.

And so we hold on,
despite the heartache
we hold on.
Despite the pain
we hold on,
despite the scars
we hold on.
Despite the sadness, and loneliness and tears
we hold on.
Why do we hold on?

We hold on out of hope
that one day things will be okay
we hope.
For the person that we fell in love with to return
we hope
that the mask we fell in love with wasn't really a mask at all
we hope.
that maybe we didn't get ******* over
and that this will be the person who finally loves us for all that we are.

So we hold on to hope, despite it all
thinking maybe
this will be it.

Why do we expect love to make us whole
When more often than not
It leaves us more broken than before