These promises you say ring through my ear every time I think of how insecure I am whenever they're not kept.
Forgetting everything that led me to believe how feelings are a method of self destruct.
Believing that I am ready to fake more feelings, like loving myself, but even worse, loving you more than I love myself.
It is not something I'm saying to make you hate me, I've pushed many like you away.
But there's something about your words that seem so pure and genuine which lead me to wishing I deserved the attention you're offering.

Hey there little girl won't you come inside?
We're the permanent civilians of heartbreak, hate, revenge, and everything a person doesn't want to be.
We'll pretend to give you support but never trust us since we can ruin your life faster than you can taste the poison you've poured in your glass so you can feel something again.
But it's okay because after we ******* up, we'll permanently keep you with us.
Hey there little girl come inside and don't be afraid.

You are something newly discovered,
rare and beautiful to me.
You are my waking and sleeping thought,
and most of the ones in between.
You are a puzzle,
a question with answers undiscovered.
You are a song,
constantly rising on my lips,
You are a melody,
my heart aligns its rhythm to.
You are you,
and you are perfect for me.

bruised skin
and yearning
for the feeling
of breathlessness
when your lips are
on mine
                                                                
let me drown
in your kisses
and eager hands

pretend that you love me
pretend that i'm her

and i'll pretend that she's you

let's just kiss
and spend the night
high on lust and
unforgivable fantasies

Close your eyes and imagine nothing has changed. Go back to the first day you met them. would you still say hello? hug them? allow them to do what they've done to you? or would you walk away with the dignity that you never knew you would lose.
If you walked away, then you have every right to be mad at them and hate them the way you did, but if you would go through all of it again, don't you dare try to convince people that they are the bad guy. Because if you would do it again, that means you were subconsciously aware of the fact that they were stealing every bit of happiness you ever had.

Ever thought about killing yourself? no really, I know all of us have had these thoughts. They pierce your skin with beautiful words like peace, rest, pleasure, relief.
But then all of a sudden I stopped, took a step back from the bath tub and thought to myself how these words are only for the people who have done good in their life. "Heaven".
The only reason I'm not gone is because I'm not ready for hell just yet.

Dear boy with the dragon tattoo;
this is not a love poem, this is not a sad poem, nothing but a simple thank you letter. You're meant to read this because you wanted to have a little look into my soul.
What you haven't noticed is that I've felt alone, empty, betrayed, hated, and unwanted for so long. Even with the constant reminders that I could have meant something to someone who turned out to be the monster I was afraid of for so long.
You though, you complete me. You make me happy, feel appreciated, like I'm worth something. You're my knight in the shining armour but instead, you're a tattooed king, without the greed for gold, but rather, the heart of gold. I cannot see myself not talking to you, being weird, silly, happy, fulfilled.
All I really want to tell you is that you're everything my heart has ever yearned for and even though I'm a very difficult person to deal with, you decided to deal with me and try your best to keep a smile on my face.
So maybe I did lie, maybe this is a love poem. But nothing too sappy, you're just the person you are, and I'm the person that I am, but together, we are a beautiful, dimpled, flawless duo.