I'm jealous of all the girls,
   who can wing out their eyeliner,
   and learn how to fly.

   Whos eyebrows are perfect,
   without filling them in,
   even though they still do.

   I'm jealous of all the girls,
   who can speak to anyone,
   and who aren't in a lower league.

   Whos hair is perfect any day,
   and whos smile could,
   make world peace a real thing.

   I'm jealous of all the girls,
   who fly around people at school,
   without feeling the need to hide.

  Whos life seems perfect whatever,
  and who get invited to parties, real parties,
  whom have decent friends.

   I'm jealous to all the girls with lovely,
   long blonde hair to which people,
   compliment as though it'll be their last.

   Whos outfit is amazing,
   whos life is and their friendship group,
   whilst I'm here trying and trying.

   Always trying.

   And I'm sorry.
   For all the time I pull out my flaws,
   I break your heart just once more.

Love, the real kind, is never simple.
It is the one thing that makes life worth it in the end,
and something that wonderful and sought-after is never going to be easy to get.
You have to work for it.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
So if it’s easy, yeah maybe you won’t get broken.
But you won’t be truly happy, either.
You’ll be settling.
Don’t get me wrong,
There are lots of things in life that are totally acceptable to settle on.
Sure, Harvard was your dream school.
But you know what?
Going to your state school because its more affordable
Will still get you where you want to be in life.
And I know the hairdresser couldn't match the color you showed her,
But you are beautiful and can rock it anyway, so don’t worry.
But love?
Settling in love is like buying a pair of shoes that are a size too small,
Just because you thought they were pretty.
They may look nice,
But you are dying on the inside. I
f you had just held out a bit longer,
You would have found a pair just as beautiful that fit well, too.
Maybe that nice guy looks good on paper,
But if he doesn’t give you butterflies whenever he looks at you,
Don’t be with him.
You want someone who makes you fall for them every day,
Not just once.

Have I missed any or many?
I name cities and countries,
while somebody somewhere
loads a magazine,
not an e-zine
but a holder of those things with peoples names on them,
not city names
not country names
people
people people
real people
who may or may not have fame
who may or may not be famous
they are like your uncle or your dad,
they are like your aunt or your mom
they are your brother and your sister
from the blood stained shirt tail relations
you never had a chance to meet.

you never had a chance to see their beauty,
        never had a chance to laugh with them,
                   had a glimpse of their genius ripped away before it was discovered,
                           a momentary embrace and see whose tears ran down the face faster as you said goodbye
                           a moment is all it took to be in the wrong place at a time that was beyond their control
                              moments knowing or not knowing just screaming hoping it was helping
                                               know this, they were innocents
                                                       ­   this they did not wish to happen,
                                                         ­         they did not wish to go without saying goodbye,
                                                        ­                   did not know if injured they would live

to those that lived, you are loved
to those that died, you are loved and will be missed
to those who knew them more than any of us, courage, empathy have mine, all of it I just need
to know how to get it out of my heart and my head and some address to send it to, in a tear
                                                            ­                                                                 ­ stained package,

to those who cannot stop crying and need the lights on to sleep or cannot sleep alone without
touching someone,
                                I stand under a moonlit sky I don't believe in magic or the magical
                                                         ­          I am praying for the miraculous or a miracle,
                                                        ­            but none of the words are more than a whisper
                                                         ­           I lift my hands and breath them to the clouds.
                                                         ­           Find the jet stream, much comfort is needed,
                                                         ­           swiftly fly
                                                             ­       softly land
                                                            ­        sure to comfort
                                                         ­           Spirit of God.

You’ve been waiting to long for a knock at the door.
A prince with a pretty glass slipper for you.
Well I’m not your prince, you’re not my stupid Cinderella

You’re not my:

Beacon in the fog,
the kiss upon my frog,
My shoe left at the ball,
the summer before the fall.
You’re not my sunshine after rain,
my kiss confused with pain
You’re not the lyric in my mind,
I couldn’t write you if I tried.

But I have still got
I have still got drinking bourbon whiskey.
I have still got time on my side.
And I have still got you.
But you…

You’re not my…

Chilly winter storm,
the only arms that could keep my warm,
You’re not the only stars at night,
you’re not my lightning in the sky.
You’re not the only love story I know,
the only one I could call my own.
You’re not the last line of my song…

You say your problems don't matter cause some people have it worse
Its like saying you can't be happy cause some people have it better
It doesn't make sense
You'll destroy yourself in the end
Trying to cover them scars and them tears
I can see your eyes begging for a escape
You want someone to ask if you're okay but they don't want to, they're scared you'll spill the beans and they might not like what they're hearing
So talk to me baby
I wanna help
I wanna make you feel loved
That smile you're hiding it shines like stars
Those scars I have them too
Those self hate I had it too
The voices? I tried to silence them with a blade
It didn't work
Only the doctor promised me it will take work
And here I am
Trying to help you because I love you so much and I don't wanna see you go down the same road as me
So take my hand and let's walk to the light

In life you'll come to find,
people will tell you they love you
some people won't mean it
some don't know they don't mean it
some don't understand it

After the childish games,
someone will come along and say it again
and you'll see it's different
holds a different light,
you won't be afraid.

You care too much for me
And people call me a *****
But I call this
Self-defense
And I shall honour my younger, past self
Who never wanted to hurt
and be hurt
And be like those girls
Crippled by emotions
Whose love was their downfall
I am sad and I push people away
Please,
Let me push you away