So after Polar Opposite
I mourned (still am)
And crushed
(Still am)
And had a fling with another guy
(Learned my lesson)

I lost a few friends
And met some new people
And Polar Opposite gave up chasing me
(Don't get me wrong almost all the poem on here
Are about him)

And realized I have a problem
(I got lots of those actually {That was a joke, you're supposed to laugh})

Should I keep my secret of who I am?
So that no one will hate me
Or fear me
Or judge me
So I can be safe?

Or let it all be open
And give up my alluring mystery
And my "friends"
And doom every relationship I ever have

I am so tempted to tell you
Dear reader
Because I will never have to face you in person
And I always feel loved
In your comforting ranks.

I feel
A bit
Narcissistic
Right now
But I'll go on
Anyways
I'm so over
Thinking of Polar
And playing these stupid games
It's too bad for him
But he needs to see
I'm living a life
And I need to be free

Lust
Can never
Replace love
Because every word
I write
Is love
And lust
Is just
The period**.

------
It means nothing because it is only a group of letters
                        It means something because a name names a real thing
            It means permanent because we don't name what will soon go away
It is the number 6
It is graphite on a plain white backdrop
It represents all my memories,
                           Every night I swim through
                                           Every day I face
It represents recollections of people
                        Whose names fill those memories
            Represented by their own names and their own sets of memories
People who are teaching me freedom and trust
Like when I let Polar Opposite have my heart
                       And KRD have my secrets
                                          To keep
It means I am a person of memories
                         But it is also whatever you dream of when you hear it

My heart is full of cyanide
My soul is made to run and hide

                                                           My soul is made of arsenic
                                                          
                                                           His presence really makes me sick
My body takes him like it takes crack
I'm done with him and that's the fact
                                                                                   You say I'm like your     Anti-freeze
But so much of you, and I can't breathe.

I ascend
Towards the top
adding to this bitter drop

My skin is smudged
With dirt and dust
But this abuse is not unjust

The branches twist
Love to assist
The girl who lives inside the mist

First is gallant
Next is weak
Always knowing what she seeks

-Who am I?-
-You'll never know-
A changing pain that never shows

Skin is hot
Eyes will chill
A murderous tree not meant to ****

It's here for weeping
Broken dreams
Embracing those
Who sit unseen

Out of time
And running out of breath

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What I'd really like to do right now is kiss you really intensely
With a lot of feeling
Drops of emotion will condense like dew on your skin, iridescent magenta
Maybe every kiss will seep into you and radiate pink, until we're both glowing
Maybe you'll get goosebumps even though my hands are warm and I'll trace love letters across your skin
We'll blend together until you can't tell where you end and I begin, for a split second, we'll have the same sighs, the same laughs, the same eyes that see the same things
Something otherworldly, I feel otherworldly sometimes when I'm with you
You sometimes break the world when I'm with you, so we exist is some other place
Some other world that can handle the gravity of your kisses

Saturn
            Is in
                    Sagittarius
                                       And I am finally
                                                         ­            Free
                                                      Fr­om Hell
                              To have a life
**And truly live

When will my work be noteworthy?
Noteworthy... Oh honey please,
spare me the *******

Why should I tell you my secrets
Why should I impart you with dreams
                    You don't give a ****
                      Unless I throw a fit
And even then
You never remember.

Yeah sure
But some day we'll realize how different we are
Some day you'll be on top of some other girl, you don't know it yet
But I do.

She'll be like you, and better for you, and you'll be better for her
It'll be simple and easy and you'll spend the rest of your lives together

Sure, every once in a while you'll lie awake, missing my mystery and the beauty that darkness creates
You'll know that this new girl will never know you like I knew you
You don't know this yet honey, but I do

3:00 meows are rude
Go the **** to sleep

Dress to impress
My face does the rest
Walking with silence
That comes off quite violent
in my own mind
Swept up with their childish
But not truly innocence
Losing my sense
And grip on the world
Let them imagine I'm still just a girl
Let me tell you my world
Isn't a thing you'd imagine

What is the world
When you look
With no eyes?

It is not this onion I wish to *****
But your heart and mind I wish to stick
You'll think of me night and day
Until with words you arrive and say
"I love you"

If I lay here
                                   If I just Lay Here
Would you lie with me
                                                            And

**Just forget The World

Poetry is the
***** napkin we use to
Wipe moods from our hearts

I'm so tired of being the odd one out
left politely out of the loop
Sure I feel bad about my ignorance
but Jesus you should have told me
Wouldn't have ****** up if you'd have told me

You act like it's such a big thing when I get it wrong
but I get ignored by you all anyways
My own heart is my best company
lucky me
and I guess you'll never know the loop I've left you out of
Take that

I am captured
So are you
If we give in our secret's through
I have to choose

Help myself and ditch the stress
Yet betraying you can't be the best

Or hold my silence
Never speak
Trust in you, for you're not weak
We'll keep our secret safe inside
We'll be alone
Hardly alive
Living in a faraway land
Knowing our unspoken plan
And if our bond is strong and true
The secret's kept with me and you

Yea, sure
I put on a smile when you see me
I laugh
I'm nice
I'm average,

But, you see,
There are two sides to every coin
And just because
I choose to show
The Puppy Tail side
Doesn't mean the
Dismembered Head side
Isn't alive and kickin'
**Right
         Underneath
                              The surface

Rainy rainy wet
Splashing through the mud
Feeling bold
My feet are cold
A muddy fate is set

The soggy smell
Is in the air
The clouds
Are cut by sun
All the trees
Are vivid green
And worms
Are on the run

He says things that sound iconic
Not that I would ever share
Some say love is so dishonest
But hearts can mend where liars tear.

Writer's block has clogged my mental pores
Oily ignorance I cannot ignore
Technology is fogging up my mind
Leaving me no time to unwind

I looked in the mirror today
And guess what I saw

My ugly, stunted imagination's face
Full of gross digital zits
I'm really starting to miss
My former wit
I've got to get out of this keyboard-y place

My poetry is ****
I apologize to you

Covered in scratches
Covered in scrapes
Drowning in wounds
That eternally ache

Some one should have told me not to go this far.
At the first stages of this obsession, It was just the same
Just the same as any pre-teen curiosity
I was a curious little one, I suppose.

But as usual, I have to work for what I want,
Nothing ever comes easy
But I suppose I like it that way
Or I did

I wanted this
Wanted it so badly
Just like any other human
I wanted to be special
How disgustingly selfish

I wanted the titles
The magic
"Witch,
Psychic,
Magic,
Medium"

I read the books
I tried and tried
And then I fell in love

I guess that was the key
I got what I wanted
Now all I have to do is protect it.

But no kid should have to suffer through this
Cry at night because the world is so pointless
Hate being human so much

I never thought
That all I would long for
Is to be selfless  
To love unconditionally

No matter how hard I fight
I will always be
A selfish
                  Hateful
                              ­  Lusting
                                               Malicious
                                                       ­         Worthless
                                              ­                                     Pointless human
Just like everyone
Living life for their own satisfaction
Nothing else

I hate myself.
I want to stop existing.
I want to go back to blissful ignorance.

I am so ashamed
I should have known
I cannot control human nature

I am so ashamed
That I am so weak
I can't control my desire to be special
Or my "dark side"
Or admit that that dark side is just a figment
*So people will pay attention to me.

Is it wrong that I interrupted her? My own mother.
She was telling me science,
what we consider the truth...
But I am already too fragile when it comes to that.
Without the magic
I ceaselessly pretend to see in the world it is nothing
pointless, really.
I made a decision, mom,
one a long time ago
when I had to be there for myself
when The Truth in my heart
was different from the truth in everyone else's head
I chose my heart,

I chose a life of mockery and being called a child, even by you.
I told you I didn't care if that was the truth, that I wanted it to be real so that makes is real enough to me

and you pulled over and made me sit in the back seat
Just because I didn't want the laws of your world to tear apart mine **again