The rock that disturbed still waters
Neither cared nor remembered
For the hand from which it must part
Felt nothing except silent tears, dropping
Neither the water which bears no scar
Or loss of pride; only rippled solace
For its collection of lost love
Gasping for life on the floor
Where dreams angrily die

Half of the time
I spell it wrong.
It smells
like a fresh cut ****
and I'm allergic
to the stupid little trees.
I'll eat broccoli whenever I **** well please.

He is my saving grace.
He is my grave.
Without him I cannot breath.
With him I will always have only him
All or nothing.

I hate myself.
But when im around him I can forget all this.
This really hurts.
*I dont want to drown but im already sinking

You were
      One
I was
         two
Now I'm the
         *third

I
    Keep
Clawing
       Away
   But
        You're
   Still
In
     My
  Head