There's freedom in doing what we want
Do I want it?

i'll never forget
the way i screamed
when i woke up and saw her note.

the moment inbetween
where i didnt know
if my only family
the only one who had loved me
was even alive.

i knew from a young age i wasn't right.
i knew my parents didn't like that.
i knew that i couldn't be as perfect as my brother.
i knew that they wouldn't accept me.

but my sister
she loved me anyways
and she tried to die.
what if she had succeeded?
what if she was gone?
what would the last 4 years have been like?
would i still even be alive?

thank god
she's still here.

It's no longer
me and you,
it's just me and I
don't know what to do.

Uncomfortable events are temporary.

It’s a burial ground,
Spirits all around,
From doll to the old,
Lie secrets untold

The  Reaper sighing
  Our final foretelling ,
Where the black clock chimes,
At the end where memory  lies.

every song i listen to,
every star i'm gazing at,
your presence lingers, soft and true—
the part of me that still feels you

When I bite into you I cant tell if your sweet or sour
The juices flood my mouth
So addictive is what you are
You are my forbidden fruit

The temptation to keep enjoying you, every touch every taste
Desire runs so deep with in me it almost bursts out
A room of flames surrounds us but we keep dancing
Til our desires are met

In the dark i see your outline and want more
Want to eat until im satisfied
Every kiss the fire deepens
The desire in our blood is never over

Our hair is twisted and tangled together
Every breath i feel makes me more tempted
I run but always return back to my forbidden fruit
There is nothing sweeter than your taste

All my soul is being taken from me by the addiction I have to you
We’ve reached the end of every lie
We are so much stronger than anyone knows
My downfall is because of my forbidden fruit,
you.

i screamed till my throat bleed last night
you knew that it was my birthday yesterday

now i can't talk anymore

my voice is gone

and i've gone mute

for you

I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?